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Reading

My eyes dance across the pages

The words take me through the ages

To different worlds, places unknown

Where I wouldn’t dare to enter alone.

 

To some, reading is a chore

When asked to read, they reply “it’s a bore”

But they don’t know the true joys

Of a story about wizards, or one of little boys

 

The best books are the ones that pull you in

Make you a part of them, cause you to grin

There are also amazing books make you cry

You sit there, staring at the book as tears flow from your eyes

 

Books are reliable, always waiting to be read

Never needing to be charged, never going to be “dead”

Behind every cover is a story waiting to be told

Once you open a good book, let the memories unfold!

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