Another Blast From the Past

It’s another blast from the past, as we see what a young me had to say about books.


 

Ode To My Book

O ye of many words
It’s my turn to speak
Ye send out these images

With only thy imagination allowed to peak
Thou’s description of most horrible things
Plots of conspiracies and death
Ye keep thy interest for hours on end
Ye become apart of me
Ye become my friend
Ye takes me away to places unknown
A special place where I can hide
A special place all my own
Thou dost know what thee does to me
The time I spend with thee
Allows me to keep my sanity

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