Books

Books

What is a book, 
What is under that cover,
You will never know unless you open to discover.

The treasures inside are great indeed,
Just sit yourself down and read, read, read.

There are books of poems and books of jokes,
There are even books of plain old folks.

Books of animals, trees, snakes and more,
So hurry over to your local bookstore.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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