No magic can replace the dreams
a child gets as they soar through the sky.
Bound to earth by a simple rope and seat but
having no bounds in their mind
as the joy of wind in their hair brings
a smile to their face and
a laugh fills their heart.


Good books are like old friends. You need to drop in once in awhile just to see how they are doing!
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