The sticks of the house were mine; bricks - these books I own. Even since a baby never have I read; Nor did I now, save to this secret womb I call my home.
A cloister of books archived by the library As who by clyster gave the stomach meat.
Out of mine eyes do I spy the last hint of night. Here among the light of lording sky That old man is me ere I go..
Unread.
Firmness; 'tis the first part that comes to bed. psp .
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Date: 2016-08-03 09:08 pm (UTC)Man Cave
The sticks of the house were mine; bricks - these books I own.
Even since a baby never have I read;
Nor did I now, save to this secret womb I call my home.
A cloister of books archived by the library
As who by clyster gave the stomach meat.
Out of mine eyes do I spy the last hint of night.
Here among the light of lording sky
That old man is me ere I go..
Unread.
Firmness; 'tis the first part that comes to bed.
psp
.