Poem -

Inside Books

There are those we do not know
who in distant places toil
To fill our days with rays of hope
while still above the soil

Sending books to fill our time
and more importantly our mind
With knowledge and inspirational works
that in prison are hard to find

Honorable is this deed that is done
for those of us long forgotten
Great is the gift the freely give
by their efforts joy's begotten

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