Barbarian Librarian

Trevor the librarian. Beard cascading. Like a barbarian. Intelligence pervading.

I can’t help it. I’m intrigued. Chained on wallet that I see…

Until the next time. When we meet again. Quarters or dimes. That I might lend.

Meet me soon. At the corner pocket. We’ll lower the tunes. And then we’ll “talk it.”

You have many stories to tell, you’ll get to talk it – and not yell.

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