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In modern times, a child began to
play, With gadget bright, a smartphone gripped so tight, A book lay near, neglected in the fray, Its wisdom dimmed beneath the screen’s cool light. The smartphone glowed with games that drew his gaze, Its endless scroll a siren's call to lure, But in the book, a world of ancient ways, Lay waiting still, with treasures deep and pure. The book then spoke, its voice a patient plea, "Dear child, within my pages worlds unfold, Of daring quests, of boundless mystery, A timeless gift more precious than mere gold." Through books and screens, his mind began to soar, Unlocking doors to knowledge evermore. |