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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The time reads ten on the clock and I take in hand my pen. I pull up my chair to my makeshift desk and begin removing books from the panel so that I may lift it and peer into my chest. One by one I move them, one and all, the short and the tall. Moby Dick, The Idiot, Republic, Walden and Civil Disobedience, The Oxford Book of American Verse, Alcoholics Anonymous, The Divine Comedy, This Side of Paradise, VITA NUOVA, Paradise Lost and Paradise Regained, Selected Poetry and Prose of Poe, The Audacity of Hope, and so on and so on until not one was left not even the Bible which had rested on their heads. I opened my chest and went searching for treasures of my past. Most were trinkets I stored away like a pack rat. I found little figures of pirates and soldiers which I played with when a boy, marbles and sand dollars, Chinese stars and nun chucks, most were not even my favorite toys. I saw yearbooks from middle school and others from high school. I dared not crack their spines for I felt not enough time has passed yet. I found letters from Francheska, Lucy, and Jenny. I saw pictures of Stephanie, Virginia, and Niki. then I began to read poems from Nicole and glanced at the time. It was already one twenty nine. Alas, it was a nice trip to the past, but now it is time to close the panel and resume to my books and my work, for if my head stayed in my chest I would surely go berserk!
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