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The power of books


The pages are old but the meaning is forever young

the pages are crinkled and brown by the upmost affection

the only thing that can fill the silence without making noise

fictional or real its a mini world of knowledege

best with a blanket and a warm glass of milk

you can rule the world if used everyday 

you can go places and meet people without moving 

you can become anything you want to be

if it was one thing I would ever need 

my rusty, dusty beautiful BOOK

 

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