Janni Lee Simner
Freelance Writer
Somewhere, a child laughedon that page where you made a joke.Somewhere, she wiped away a tear,Just when you thought she might.Somewhere, your book was passedfrom one hand to another in a hallwaybusy with clanging lockers,with whispered words,“You have got to read this …
Somewhere, your book was passedfrom one hand to another in a hallwaybusy with clanging lockers,with whispered words,“You have got to read this …
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