Paradise on a Page
What a sweeter escape than that of a book
whether it be borrowed from the library
or simply downloaded on a nook
What a blissful escape, that of a book
there’s a paradise waiting
you just have to look
What is the duty of a book?
who is to know what to make of it
Who knew of such oddities and adventures
as those that fill the pages bind to bind
stories of lovers, treachery, crime
As silent movies take place in the mind
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