Reading a Book
A book by a person,
had his ideas,
I read his words,
they matched my ideas,
and thoughts,
there was something new,
and something put in a way new,
I read it and kept on doing thus,
till I finished it on a running bus,
the reading had consumed time,
and I could not do any other acts,
but book had lent me ideas,
that were good enough to save,
time through more apt acts,
to more than compensate for the lost time slots.
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