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<blockquote data-quote="Idlefellow" data-source="post: 319785" data-attributes="member: 598"><p>Lots of nice work here. Here's one of mine...</p><p></p><p>Old Things</p><p></p><p>Old amber whisky from a bottle green.</p><p>Hand rubbed old briar reflects an old lamp’s sheen,</p><p>and soft old leather – a familiar chair.</p><p>Oft-read old books piled on the table there,</p><p>as old wood pops and cracks behind the screen.</p><p></p><p>Upon an old rug an old dog is seen</p><p>to lay his tired old head between</p><p>well-worn old slippers, waiting there for me</p><p>to put them on.</p><p></p><p>In this old room, old pictures in the gleam</p><p>of dancing flames can come to life: Old scenes</p><p>and old friends, who gather here to share</p><p>old hunts, old ghosts, old places traveled; where</p><p>old memories are waiting there for me</p><p>to put them on.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Idlefellow, post: 319785, member: 598"] Lots of nice work here. Here's one of mine... Old Things Old amber whisky from a bottle green. Hand rubbed old briar reflects an old lamp’s sheen, and soft old leather – a familiar chair. Oft-read old books piled on the table there, as old wood pops and cracks behind the screen. Upon an old rug an old dog is seen to lay his tired old head between well-worn old slippers, waiting there for me to put them on. In this old room, old pictures in the gleam of dancing flames can come to life: Old scenes and old friends, who gather here to share old hunts, old ghosts, old places traveled; where old memories are waiting there for me to put them on. [/QUOTE]
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