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 "Slovenly, untidy shelves."
She hissed a silibant warning
not to contradict,
Her head moving slowly,
side to side,
In utter disappointment.
I nodded with a solemn mouth
To match her own,
Remembered from my former,
wearying bookroom days;
And, eyes dancing saucily,
I goosed her.
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