Books
Books
Books are friends,
Which never let our heads bend.
They are of many kinds
They put to use our time.
They can make our mind wise
And one day can make us rise.
We can need them anytime.
Because it is not a crime,
Even while having dinner in “Café Prime”.
Poetry by dija
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Written on 2006-08-13 at 21:15
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