Sunday, April 3, 2011

Caring for our books

A Book Speaks
When you drop me on the floor
 I get stepped on - my sides are sore;
Torn-out pages make me groan;
I feel dizzy if I'm thrown;
 Every mark and every stain 
On my covers gives me pain; 
Please don't bend me,
 if you do I don't want to talk to you;
 But we will both be friends together, 
If you protect me from the weather
 And keep me clean so that I look 
Like a tidy, neat and happy book.

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