Truth should have been kept away, Thou going astray would be a hidden play, But had to say, had to confess, Only one is the winner at the play of chess, and to say sorry, when there’s no chance.
Maybe it’s the intimacy of hushed voices, or just the feeling of mysterious possibility that comes from being surrounded by so many books and stories. Let’s face it”there’s something romantic about libraries.
I have no idea where do they hire these pretty looking girls who have no brains at all. I am afraid we will have to handle her work load also.