A book fair, I must say is a place of grace. A book fair, I must say is a place of grace.

I opened a book and in I strode. Now nobody can find me. I opened a book and in I strode. Now nobody can find me.

Light has no meaning, If not preceded by darkness. And lips don’t smile, If not moistened by tears. Light has no meaning, If not preceded by darkness. And lips don’t smile, If not ...

So it is good If not understood You are shooting not in air But with all trials fair So it is good If not understood You are shooting not in air But with all trials ...

And my survival was on the tip of the needle which I now pierce. And my survival was on the tip of the needle which I now pierce.

You make me bookaholic, My dear AGRONOMY BOOK. You make me bookaholic, My dear AGRONOMY BOOK.