People read
In a place which time forgot,
Frozen in aspect
Since its inception
In days of old.
Yet Manchester’s legacy
Has not allowed itself
To degrade in that time.
Its beams still ebony dark,
Shelves gated
And alphabetized,
The only atrophy evident
In those neglected tomes.
But as Henry Thoreau once said,
‘Decayed literature makes
The richest of all soils’ –
It only takes one reader
To revive a dormant concept;
Its only takes one seed
To start the growth within.
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