In a room full of academics

Lost souls and cyanide

Is all there ever is

In that room of preponderance

At least the librarian

Was worth talking with

Enticingly shy

Comely lass

Pity she looks down

Rather than wear scarlet

But then who am I to pass judgement?

Certainly no back-peddling genius

Give me the company

Of harlots and gambling men

Then I shall paint you

A masterpiece

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