Books on an Island

April 11, 2016

Flipping, skimming, reading pages

A hobby still alive.

Art and craft for all the ages.

Can never me deprive.

In a haze of passing days

turns novels into strife-

But sun's rays and moonlight's phase

to me give novel life.

Books of truth for morbid youth

will beat the island sand.

A tale of sleuth will be my ruth-

o' reading? I'm a fan.

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