Review: A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood: The Poetry of Mister Rogers

A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood: The Poetry of Mister Rogers by Fred Rogers
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

If you enjoy Mister Rogers, you'll love this book. If you interact with children, you'll love this book. It's amazing. I love how the neighborhood made hard things easy to talk about. This book contains almost every song that made the world a better place. I can't begin to express how much I love it.

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Sitting down

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