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Bookworm
Really not a space for me
To sleep on my soft, soft bed
With books all over to read
A lot of them still being read
My day is not yet over
Must read cover to cover.
I’m lost in the world of books
As it’s obvious in my looks
Oft am I consumed in thoughts
Of what ought and what ought not.
Only like minds appreciate
Such light which through me radiates.
That makes them call me bookworm
But do I so truly look
Just like a worm from a book?
They should just call me earthworm.
To sleep on my soft, soft bed
With books all over to read
A lot of them still being read
My day is not yet over
Must read cover to cover.
I’m lost in the world of books
As it’s obvious in my looks
Oft am I consumed in thoughts
Of what ought and what ought not.
Only like minds appreciate
Such light which through me radiates.
That makes them call me bookworm
But do I so truly look
Just like a worm from a book?
They should just call me earthworm.
Published 3rd Jan 2011
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