Posted on September 14, 2008 at 1:22pm
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Figurine
They whirled below me, happy, heartless, free,
While I was left alone, all to myself,
They danced, they sang, they even called to me;
I did not hear them, standing on my shelf
Of sorrow, hanging high upon a wall
O solomn, rigid wood; I watched that crowd
Below me, gliding through their spacious hall,
I would not join them, I was much too proud.
But suddenly my nailed shelf gave way,
I left it and went realing through the…
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