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Poetry
Apr 26, 2011 12:37:41 GMT -5
Post by mdhobbit on Apr 26, 2011 12:37:41 GMT -5
Return
Hobbit from his hole Reluctant Already wanting to see Celebration At his return
Outward bound Tossed upon the sea Spit out by fishes Marooned Forgotten at home
Into dreams Harried in the undergrowth Chased by wolves Indifferent to his needs Sleepless at dawn
Storm beaconing Wind burning, snow blinds, cold kills Encased in the ice Lifeless Unadorned in a box
Into his hole Decomposed to dust From which he came Recognized Celebration at his return
Miles Dean April 2011
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