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  • Dramatic Poetry Re: 18

    This is very well done. I love your word choice and how deep it sounds. Keep up the good work. I'm not sure if I understand the first verse, but ...

    Jul 5, 2011
  • Lyric Poetry Re: count on me

    bad day every day when will you rid this pain and you cant stop complaining tough luck you suck somehow you’re just not enough you give all you got, but ...

    Jul 5, 2011


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