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  • Poetry » Dramatic, General Re: Senseless Love

    I feel it fly and fall about me, But is it really what I see? To me, it is not. But to them, to thee? This is a poem that ...

    Dec 7, 2010


In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
— JRR Tolkien