I love the way you described a book as a time machine in binding. I love historical fiction and that's truly what a book is for me -- a device that carries me away to another place and time. Impressive that you were able to rhyme it.
Time machine in binding constrained only by the mind. Explore peaks or plains Of the familiar and alien kind. Leave the Earth far behind To the moon and stars above; Learn of fits of fury Or of unrequited love. Follow the fame and fortune Of the multitude that you have seen Or pursue a long lost leader Through many of his dreams. Go ahead and step inside The places you will go. Experience the excitement Only a book can bestow. |
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