What lies beyond the corridor?
That dark foreboding door,
With carved oak features
And glaring mahogany eyes
The handles of polished gold,
Daring you to ruin
Their prim perfection
With a dirty human touch
Heavy hinges creaking in disdain
And paltry protest
But behind their ornate gaze
Jeweled eyes and ears,
Painted with scenes of riches and kings
Is the soiled city street
And busy lives hurrying by,
Without even a glance.












Comments
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Try saying this 3x fast :
Niwa no niwa ni wa, niwa no niwatori wa niwaka ni wani wo tabeta.
"In (Mr) Niwa's garden, two chickens suddenly ate a crocodile."
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Try saying this 3x fast :
Niwa no niwa ni wa, niwa no niwatori wa niwaka ni wani wo tabeta.
"In (Mr) Niwa's garden, two chickens suddenly ate a crocodile."
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