Each day life drops Joy on your Head unless you stay stuck in Bed

Each day life drops

Joy on your head

Most never See It

They stay stuck in Bed

of Gripe and Groan

Never read a Book

So they live Alone

in the world they create

a little love

and some Hate

Reading ten new books

means ten new lives to Live


so open One More book’s Door


What do you think?


Written by Johndavisnearby

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