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The Last Library Card

by Mosaic Team

Author: Thomas Elroy

Books were gone, the city said,
but Grandma hid a card instead.
I found a door behind a wall,
inside were books, big and small.

I read them all, they spoke to me,
stories alive, wild and free.
The library’s card pulsed in my hand,
a secret place, a magic land.

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