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Nikki

  • The End Too Soon

    She sits alone rocking in the corner Trying to remember what happened to her She knows now why there is a mourner She knows who it was in the back ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read


In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
— JRR Tolkien