I Can’t Begin To Tell You.

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I Can’t Begin To Tell You,
I can’t begin to know.
What lay betwixt the pages
Of every book on show.

We have to read the story,
Let it seep beneath the skin
Of each person looking
And make them delve within.

I became a booknight giver
A sharer of the written word
A gifter of the present
And a stranger, how absurd.

I gave away on street corners,
In shelters and in shops
I took one in the station
Left  one for the Cop’s.

I acossted in the doctors
I took one to the school.
I was chased from a book shop
Looking like a fool.

Diligently I gave them
They promised to all read.
One wanted three
I think to buy some weed.

I am feeling quite exhausted
But virtuous and bright.
One day it will be my book
Someone gives out on book night.

Please follow @worldbooknight on twitter.

I will review the book on my blog when I return from a short holiday in a couple of weeks.
Please let me know if you joined in were a giver a receiver or just liked my ditty.

I am linking this to Haddons musings the senior salon

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