Milk and honey 

I walked to the furthest corner of the book story. All the way back and to the left, that is where the poems are sitting patiently. They wouldn’t want any other place. Hidden, for the certain people that go looking for it. As I stood there with a yoko ono book in hand an employee approached me. He asked me if i was looking for anything specific. I said no. He then suggested two books from the present. 

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