What holy cities are to nomadic tribes - a symbol of race and a bond of union - great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.
G.E. Woodberry
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Not Mine
It's somebody else's moon above, not mine
It's somebody else's night for love, not mine
A heart to someone else is a thing that melts
To me it's just a comic Valentine
Let somebody else's tear be shed, not mine
Let somebody else's nose get red, not mine
I like playing solitaire
But until I can draw a pair
It's somebody else's moon up there, not mine