To shelve books there is to be cursed.
Doomed to search all day long,
For a book that's been shelved wrong.
I'd like to scream in their face,
"No book's in its proper place!"
You wade through chaos and disorder,
To put books in call number order.
Why, oh why couldn't I have discharge this hour?
This library makes me dour.
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