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I am a mild man, you'll agree, But red my rage is,
When folks who borrow books from me Turn down their pages.
Or when a chap a book I lend, And find he's loaned
Without permission to a friend - As if he owned it.
But worst of all I hate those crooks (May hell-fires burn them!)Who beg the loan of cherished books And don't return them.
My books are tendrils of myself No shears can sever . . .
May he who rapes one from its shelf Be damned forever.
Robert W Service
Robert William Service (January 16, 1874 – September 11, 1958) was a British-Canadian poet and writer, often called "the Bard of the Yukon".
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