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Book Is My Name


Book

is my

name


Book is my name, you can read all about me,

pick me up, turn me on, analyse me.

I have many pages, or sometimes I do,

made up of pictures and words, many stories.

I don’t mind a club or a late-night theme,

you can throw me at people or walls (not recommended).

People swear by me, flick through my insides,

judge me by my cover, love or hate me.

I am thick, I am thin, can keep you up

all through the night,

bring me on buses and trains, everywhere!

I am published each day, many copies of me,

I pack lots of walls, in homes and libraries.

I have said, and still say, many things,

bring out emotions and feelings.

I am coveted and praised, feed souls

all through the world,

Book is my name,

get inside me

Photo by Kourosh Qaffari on Unsplash


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