A Pure Love of Books


United States
40° 41' 10.14" N, 111° 8' 29.1228" W

You have taken me to many places;
Exotic lands I never would have dreamed.
The places where the master still traces;
Places where people danced and castles gleamed.
Heroes wept when their families had died;
Villains triumphed until their plans were foiled.
Every time the story ended I cried—
I hated when the ending was spoiled.
The real world will not be enough for me;
Magic and fantasy always prevail.
A more interesting world is what I see;
In these stories, the heroes never fail.
However, many say your life is gone—
I say the story will always go on.


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