Bored as bored, as bored can be, sitting in an
Oak tree, with nothing to do but stare at my toes,
Obediently trying to entertain me, how I long for the
Knitted together words on paper, so crisp, which I turn with my fingertips, how I long for a BOOK.
Thank you!
Rebekah Stokes
Author of BeKaH's Blog
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