My Old Friend, My Book
My old friend, my book
What a beautiful thing
Contained within its pages
A gaitway to thinking
Generations passed, generations new
breaking the boundaries of time
Talking to one another
Sharing their lives
And each person reading
Makes their own special view
of days passed
and of days new.
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