Jun 01, 2006 13:38
Along that hidden path my guide and I
Started out to return to the bright world.
And without a thought for any resting-stops,
We bounded up, he first and I second,
Until, through a round opening, I saw
Some of the lovely things the heavens hold:
From there we came out to see once more the stars.
Man, it feels good to be home.
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I had a short-notice job. Outta the country.
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oh how hqard a thing it is to embark ypon the story of that savage wood for the memory shudders me with fear soi stark
that death itself is harldy a more bitter food yet whatever i observed there ill convye in ortder to tell what i found that was good.
:)
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