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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Toddlers' Exploration: Cardboard drum and a thunderous beast With playful roars in tiny fists and feasts. Fleeting wings glide to dreams just out of reach Soaring through tales of barnyard Waddles and Squeaks. Moo! Quack! Giggles tumble and bump. Flaps flapping, bright colors peek "Brown Bear, Brown Bear," what do you seek? Mama's voice is a gentle hum Sleepy fireflies as bedtime comes. "Will tomorrow bring new stories to explore?" Brown Bear sleeps and dreams take flight Goodnight kisses as fireflies alight, Goodnight sky and goodnight moon Sleep tight, little one for morning comes too soon. Busy fingers as the page turn slow Hungry caterpillar munches, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" "Nigh, night" as words subside baby's eyes blinking, soft as snow…. Preschool Pranks: Squiggly letters climb each page Counting fingers one by one up a stage. Pop-up jungles tigers pounce and roar "Hungry Caterpillar" munches a lot more. Secrets of growth and change A metamorphosis mirrored in laughter. Yet among the giggles a furrowed brow murmurs: "Will these clumsy scribbles be veggie tales or burgers?" Fluffy chicks cheep and choo-choo train Rainbow puddles in the rain. Stories loved tucked snug and tight Seeking eyes catch a firelight. Cardboard crowns crown crayon kings as Jungles dance with Kipling's ink-stained wings. Tiny hands sculpt Max's moonlit flight with Stained-glass sails pierce starlit night. Fluffy chicks chirp: "Corduroy so near" Sunbeam kisses chase away all life's fear. Puddles splash as bare feet in laughter race Grumpy Bird's frown melts in the warm sun's face. Sleepy eyes catch moonbeam's silver gleam Where stories slumber with Austen's wit in pastel streams. Pencil sings as alphabets take hold Tiny fingers yearn as learnings crawl. Firelight dances as shadows sway, Fading smiles drift off to a land far and away. First Flight of Fancy: In Charlotte's web moonlit anxieties cling spun with thoughts of loss and loyalty. But fireflies dance defiance igniting sparks of hope against encroaching shadows. Lost boys venture through dandelion clocks their laughter a flowering fluff that rocks. Maps unfurl, pirate sails unfold as adventures inked in stories bold. Madeline's Parisian twirls and a sugarplum dance in storybook swirls. Jokes like bubbles, light and bright pop in dreams that chase the night. Wishes, wings that stitch our fragile seams lifting us to opal moonlit streams. Where dragons guard with scales of dawn their embers mirrored in our hearts, long after pages softly, turn…yawn… Middle Graders' Maze: Hallway echoes locker slam, "Westing Game" laments, "Lunch money scam?" DC, Marvel, cartoon comics fill the attic's hold Nancy, Bif, and Joe trace secrets, brave and bold. Girl power ignites through shadows. Voices fade, stars paint the night sky Towers reach, dreams shout for: "Truth never dies." United hearts find the answer's key. Braces tighten, whispers shift cliques bloom and fade Growing hunger pains noted on locker doors dreams unafraid. Childhood tales hush as myths morph anew. Adolescence takes flight, ready for, "Catcher's rye" and battles under a... Sunlit, moon-dripped and darkened sky… Young Adults' Crossroads: Veronica Sawyer scrunchies fly askew, Navigates social jungles blue and true. Gossip’s wildfire secrets intertwine, "Heathers" blooms with dark humor's vine. Choices tangle, futures gleam, "The Joy Luck Club" mends a shattered dream. Diversity's voices sing so strong, Carrying wings where they belong. Holden Caulfield, angst abrew, Flicks ash: "Phonies? Me? It's true, true, true!" Rye fields hiding secrets in the breeze, "Catcher's" wisdom mends cracked knees. First loves fizzle with hearts in Shelley's disarray, College essays loom have menagerie deadlines at bay. Dreams clash as 1984 futures twist and turn, "Aristotle and Dante Dive In," so stern. Thirty-Plus Horizons: Sun-kissed pages, embers glow "Eat, Pray, Love" paints where wild winds blow. Spice-laced prose, soul takes flight Himalayan trails in the morning light. Recipes hum, laughter spills Knowledge wings on moonlit sills. Sacred scripture’s stories as wisdom guides Enriching minds and opening eyes. For the strong and the meek, dreams take flight Books, a boundless journey in the starry starry night. Ink-laden characters, a soul's ever-changing mood, Where dragons rise and Heathcliff's passion swoons. Mirrors of worlds, refracted truths we hold Jane's fire in embers, King's fear unfolds. And though time rewinds, chapters turn anew The lessons learned still waters, ever so, so true… The Midnight Library down Where the Crawdads Sing ... We turn the final page and not just on a riveting book but on a chapter of our own story. Within the alchemist's fire where ink ignites our desire, we've glimpsed worlds unseen living a thousand lives, and danced on the precipice of our own becoming. Books are but embers sparkling sparks within to illuminate hidden pathways. They build courage through Scout Finch's eyes while unraveling mysteries with Holmes' keen gaze, and paint hope with Gatsby's loving heart. Each turn of the page a promised promise a secret shared and a universe unfurled, a great expectation. Where Austen's wit sharpens your quill, Twain's laughter mends your spirit, Bronte’s passion explore your venturing cries. For in the boundless universe of stories, existentially through time, lies the echo of your own tale waiting to be told. So, uncage your spirit and uncork your voice, unfurl your passion, and declutter your soul. Where virtuous wisdom finds its gifted tongue, in life's endless poem, written on heavens' grand ancient scrolls.
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