Dusted round the upper shelves
Are ornamental knick knacks
Brought back from many continents
When an gentleman still made tracks
Now all that's left of adventure
Is covered in grime and wax
And the spirit of adventure
Is covered by many cracks
Not so! It is your eyes that've failed!
These books and mugs have seen many a tale
That chair, this rug, cannot avail
In telling all the journeys they've seen!
It seems your soul has turned deathly pale
At just a quarter of the places they've been!
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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