There and Back Again
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Third Age Correspondence
Proper dwarves offer their services before they leave.
The Grey Havens - 04/03/2004 Long Time Gone - 22/02/2004 Only for Now - 04/02/2004 The Neverland - 19/01/2004 There's no times at all, just the New York Times - 15/01/2004 Links and RingsNo Shame Pieces Untitled Story Other Writings |
05/09/2001 - 10:54 p.m. Waxing poetic. From time to time, every few years or so, I get this urge to write poetry. This week there's been an awful lot of it, and I kinda want to add some, so here we go. "Quantifiable" (dedicated to, well, I hope he knows who he is) 5 mph, 18 hrs/day. times three. Number so large I can't write it on paper. I Love You. 7 days/wk, 24 hrs/day. times infinity. Number so large I can hold it in my heart. (Thanks to the girl who asked me if I wore a lot of bracelets because I was suicidal. No!) Colored strings twist round my wrists, Reds and yellows, purple beads. "Weighted down by bangles?" I Laugh. Hardly. I am free to hide Myself beneath these coils and Let no one see the shape of My pale, raw, tattered wrists. (In memory of this summer.) Of storyteller's Novels echo from the circle And to their yellowed list we sign our names. �From the Shire, down the Anduin, to Mordor
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