I opened a book and in i strode

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i opened a book and in i strode

"I opened a book and in I strode.." -- I LOVE THIS. | Book quotes, I love books, Book worms

Good morning! Spiderman leaving time after time down the hall with lunchbox. Lazy cats. Messy corners. Stacks of books waiting patiently to be entered. Sweet sweet word. This week I read a poem on the sweetness of entering other worlds when we open books.
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  1. For my fifth birthday my father gave me a big fat book called The Book of a Thousand Poems. Most of the poems were rhyming ones, and I enjoyed reading and reciting them. I decided then and there that I wanted to be a poet — though a ballerina was a close runner-up. Fifty-seven years on, I get a lot of letters from children who love rhymes just as I did, and who have equally definite ambitions. My five-year-old self would have been thrilled to glimpse into the future and see the silver medal I was awarded last Tuesday. 😍

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