Watching the wick burn,
As the sent fills the air,
My eyes lay on the little flare,
While breathing in the smell of Christmas fern.
L. I. Arerrac
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Proverbs 19:17 (KJV)
He that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the LORD; And that which he hath given will he pay him again.
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° • ° Poems On Items ° • °
PoesíaPoems On Items is a book that features simple short poems made by L. I. Arerrac (Me!). I basically look for little things that are well known around many houses and make a little description about them and what makes these things special in some way...
