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The Book Shelf
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<blockquote data-quote="PipedJimmy" data-source="post: 159986" data-attributes="member: 579"><p>You mock me little twinkle and have done since my birth, as I gaze up at you in wonder, from my home upon the hearth. You promised oh so much to me in by-gone days of yore, when I spent the hours so merrily, when just sat upon the floor. Listening with wild rapture to those tales that are always told, by those fervent life-school teachers who are shamelessly so bold, “Nothing is impossible!”, “Just wish, and it will be done!” - I sit here now asunder, just fragmented from the one. You cast bright light, hope to me, when I bedecked in blue did crawl, as a man I stare in wonder, at that black, entombing shawl. Shine, and you surrounded, will always treasure be, whilst I here just another, in this dark and lonely sea.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PipedJimmy, post: 159986, member: 579"] You mock me little twinkle and have done since my birth, as I gaze up at you in wonder, from my home upon the hearth. You promised oh so much to me in by-gone days of yore, when I spent the hours so merrily, when just sat upon the floor. Listening with wild rapture to those tales that are always told, by those fervent life-school teachers who are shamelessly so bold, “Nothing is impossible!”, “Just wish, and it will be done!” - I sit here now asunder, just fragmented from the one. You cast bright light, hope to me, when I bedecked in blue did crawl, as a man I stare in wonder, at that black, entombing shawl. Shine, and you surrounded, will always treasure be, whilst I here just another, in this dark and lonely sea. [/QUOTE]
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