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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 table’s to be broken,
The house made anew
By another fellowship
Bound by friendship
And love.
The cycle’s 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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