Nancy Byrd Turner

The Bookshop has a thousand books,All colors, hues, and tinges,And every cover is a doorThat turns on magic hinges.

The Bookshop has a thousand books,All colors, hues, and tinges,And every cover is a doorThat turns on magic hinges.

– Nancy Byrd Turner –

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