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Bailey Hiers Poem
Reading feels like a chore, a heavy weight,
But it sharpens the mind like a blade.
Books cause boredom to take over
But wisdom is a flower that grows.
Pages flip, leaving me wishing I was doing something else.
But my brain is developing more and more.
Though each crinkly, dusty page is taking away my joy,
I know that reading will make me grow old.
Although my excitement is not present for reading,
I know that I will benefit from each black, bold word on the page.
Copyright © Bailey Hiers | Year Posted 2025
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