The Hidden Essence
At the time I was somewhat cold,
A child doing as it was told,
Sitting in the hut Dad just built,
Not so solid, a bit of tilt,
The rain dripping onto my head,
Family there, us being fed,
Avoiding spiders seen about,
Waiting until we could run out,
Back inside into our home warm,
Before drizzle turned into storm,
Yet now all I...
Thursday 28th September 2023 10:16 am
The Hidden Essence
At the time I was somewhat cold,
A child doing as it was told,
Sitting in the hut Dad just built,
Not so solid, a bit of tilt,
The rain dripping onto my head,
Family there, us being fed,
Avoiding spiders seen about,
Waiting until we could run out,
Back inside into our home warm,
Before drizzle turned into storm,
Yet now all I...
Thursday 28th September 2023 10:13 am

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