She didn't look that crazy
And wasn't one of the workers
In the book section with a cart
Picking out books at random
And throwing them into it moving
Along quickly from row to row
But I caught her later
Putting all those books together
She had sorted them by color
A shelf of red and yellow spines
Began to shine on a middle row
It had taken her all of twenty minutes
To make literature and history
And even the romantic novels
Into the beginnings of a rainbow
And off she went to the women's section
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