~*` The Magic Of Books `*~ Poem, by Thad Wilk, at My poetic side

With her little hands she slowly scans,

her book by candle light.

Each page she turns the more she learns.

They've brought her such delight.

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Her eyes they glow she loves them so.

Each one brings such a thrill.

'Tis really clear she holds them dear.

I hope she always will.

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They bring sweet dreams it always seems.

With every page she's read.

She keeps each book stored in a nook,

tucked neatly 'neath her bed.

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Each book she's got it means a lot.

Oh so much joy they bring.

There's surely 'magic' in her books,

each one makes her heart sing~

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