Poems  
My Book
by Ankita Panda

Oh, My book has come,
My book has come,
Come on we will see it,
Before, someone else takes it.

It contains knowledge and stories,
Making us talk to fairies,
It has puzzles and quizzes,
With gifts and prizes.

My book has jokes and riddles,
Making us chuckle and giggle,
It brings me joy and makes me merry
As my book is so very lovely.

I will not give it to anyone,
I will only allow them a look
My grandmother gave, it to me,
And I love my beautiful book.

June 9, 2008

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