My dad says, 'Read books, my son.
To learn and grow, that's the fun.
Adult life needs you smart and keen,
Know the world, what you've seen.'
'Yes, Dad, ' I say, 'I know it's true.
I learn my lessons, old and new.
Each day I look, I find it there,
On Facebook, learning, everywhere.'
Is Facebook not a book to read?
Though no hard covers, it plants a seed.
A digital page, a screen so bright,
Filled with stories, day and night.
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