You handed me a glass tube,
and said I could see,
to worlds far away,
and the stars and the sea,
but it took me a while,
whilst I drained all my hope,
to see that I was wrong in looking,
from the wrong end of the telescope.
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I put this in yellow, because this is mini poetry. Right?
I mean, I can't post this when you expect a full poem..
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To being co-founders of TheWorldOfHP !
Also because she sent the most amazing banner (up).
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Prismatic Memories
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