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thetraveler

  • Why must I keep smiling?

    Why must I keep smiling When the day is so grey? Why must I keep my chin up Whenmy joy has gone away? Why must my eyes stay dehydrated When ...

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  • You were...

    You were the cheese to my macaroni, the apple to my pie, the bricks to my school-house, the knot in my tie. Now you're the wires in this bomb, the ...

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  • Noise

    Whispers Spoken through gasps Of fright Shouts Blurted out of mouths that couldn't hold it back Song Nervously sung to the listeners of the world Tear-stained cries gulped down so ...

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  • The Reader

    Swimming through adventure submerged in the story not caring what goes on above Whom speaks to them the reader ignores politely and waits for the chapter to end Once the ...

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  • A Detective Worth Your Money

    A Detective Worth Your Money So you’re looking for a detective One who’s not ever been beat? I’ll tell you where to look, mate Try 221b Baker Street He’s ...

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  • How do you know?

    How do you know the fat ones Don't want to be thin? How do you know the losers Don't want to win? How do you know the shy ones Don't ...

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  • I'm going to remake this, everyone. PLEASE DON'T BE DISCOURAGED IF YOU ACTUALLY LIKE MY SCRIBBLES!!!

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It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien