Question

I love my books

They are the homes

Of queens and fairies

Knights and gnomes.

Each time I read I make a call on some quaint person large or small.

Who welcomes me with a heartly hand and leads me through his

wonderland.

Each book is like

A city street

Along whose winding

Way I meet

New friend’s and old who laugh and sing

And take me off adventuring. question: how does a quaints person welcome the poet ​

Answer 1

Answer:

hello

Explanation:

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