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Suddenly he found:
he was home.
And the warmth and weariness
threatened without measure.
And beneath shut lids he drifted
to remembrances of things
forever lost.
he was home.
And the warmth and weariness
threatened without measure.
And beneath shut lids he drifted
to remembrances of things
forever lost.
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well, my first piece of poetry to post here.
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The poem is so simple... but just the way it flows... It's one of those poems where every word fits perfect, and to remove just one would be a mistake. I hope you don't mind if I like, I dunno, print this out and keep it forever and ever. With proper credit of course. 