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GeorgAnna
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ABOUT READING
Once there was a little boy who wanted to learn to read
All the other people did and oh, he had a need
to get a book and really know the words, to somehow recognize
the meaning of the sentences, why
all the other guys had lots of books
the boy just looks at pictures almost every day
The little boy would tell his Mom
"When I get back from play I hope you'll get a book and teach me
how to read, all by myself I want to know and understand
the stories on my shelf"
and so
he worked and worked and taught himself!
with a little help from mother
He was too young to go to school, now one day some of the other
people came to visit little boy . He couldn't believe his eyes
He hoped that he could sit around with all the other guys
and share what he had read
inside his head were stories running o'er and he had never been so full of words
not EVER before
but the boy was quite amazed to find
'though the other guys all could read
they hardly ever bothered 'cause they rarely had a need to know
They liked what they had read about when they were rather small
and now the other people all read nothing new at ALL!
So in the end the little boy discovered we mostly read
for just ourself(and maybe our Mother)
the others don't seem to need to talk and listen
so their minds can grow as ideas they exchange
and although the little boy began
to think the world was strange
he kept on reading, he was needing to learn everything he could
and inside he kept knowing, someday
someone, somewhere! would
be there to talk with, take a walk with
and they'd listen every day
to see what they were thinking
when they got back home from play
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