Where’s My Nose? by James Aitchison

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My nose is buried in a book,

as I read from cover to cover,

and with every line I read,

new things I discover.

Each word makes a picture,

each picture fires my brain —

it’s such a great adventure,

how can I explain?

One day I will write a book

and everyone will read it —

an author I am going to be,

and you’d best believe it!

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