Jorå, det var inte bara gabbitar, som mamma säger, som kom ut ur Tolkiens penna. Här är ett ypperligt exempel på något helt annat.
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I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago,
and people who will see a world that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.
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Mvh / gick på vagnen åt fel håll. 
Mvh / hoppade på spårvagnen åt fel håll. Hahaha! 
