Knowlage is Power
Far far away.
Stranded, alone.
A new life awaits,
from all I have known.
The one thing I want,
the one thing I need,
is simply a book,
belonging to me.
What's in this book,
this knowledge for me?
What secrets, you ask,
does it keep in safety?
A detailed description,
of all creatures and plants,
from the mightiest tree,
to the tiniest ant.
It will be my teacher,
my hope, my guide.
For in the wild,
I must survive.
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