Live Journal FeedMorning Dew
As I walk between the trees,
the wet grass licking my feet,
I look for a place where I can read,
and go away into fantasy.
As I sit and read for hours,
I hear the faint whisper of humming,
coming from the old friend of mine,
coming for the party of Bilbo’s.
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