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Cornucopia
Contributed by
ChibiMiroku
on
Sunday, 23rd October 2005 @ 05:04:14 AM in AEST
Topic:
FriendshipPoetry
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I dreamt of a place Someplace to dwell Where people came and stayed With their food and stories to tell.
The keeper of the house Was, oddly enough, the house itself. The people inside Were as different as could be But differences were taken in stride For overall peace and harmony.
Friendship was the main course their And all had some to share; They took the best From inside them And passed it round a table To all those they called friend.
One day some will depart From this Never-Never land They will seep out Like grains of sand Though the cracks Of a grasping hand.
The tables to be broken, The house made anew By another fellowship Bound by friendship And love.
The cycles never broken The circle never ends Circulating those like family Though they call each other friends.
Copyright ©
ChibiMiroku
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2005-10-23 05:04:14] (Date/Time posted on
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