Monday, February 3, 2014

Poem #5: The Hobbit

The Hobbit

A hole, 
a hill, 
so calm, 
so still. 

A pipe, 
a bloke, 
a ring 
of smoke. 

A hobbit, 
small,
a wizard, 
tall. 

" 'Good morning, 
sir,'
I'll not
endure."

And that 
is when
 adventure
began. 


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