Simple Pleasures

A quiet corner of the room,

curtains drawn to the night,

the gentle glow from simple lamp

that casts a magic light,

a book opened, page twenty three,

with hundreds yet to read,

the urgent ticking of the clock

muffled, paid no heed.

A glass of something warming

and shortbread on a plate,

the crackle of a fire

that dances in the grate,

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