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A tale from the White Room
Contributed by
outdoorsman
on
Wednesday, 4th April 2007 @ 05:11:55 AM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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Throughout my life, and in it's entirety, you have been with me You've plagued me and relieved me on a daily basis for as long as my memory can stretch My constant companion, I have felt your pressure and release Sometimes on time, and sometimes unannounced, but never late In our silent, hidden abode, we commune and through cooperation, we achieve our goal My love, my friend, your essence fills the air and though I sometimes take you for granted, I count on you every morning to say the least As you twist and groan deep inside of me, I know you are there And as I rise from my throne, I almost feel guilty to pull the plug and send you away I stand reverant, watching as you spin and drown Soon enough though our travels will collide once more and I will sigh a long sigh of relief For my friend I will have ready a fresh bowl of water to emerse your exhaustion in from your long trip and in this reflective pool, there will always be room for you
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2007-04-04 05:11:55] (Date/Time posted on
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