“ In the stump of the old tree, where the heart has rotted out, there is a hole the length of a man’s arm, and a dank pool at the bottom of it where the rain gathers, and the old leaves turn into lacy skeletons. But do not put your hand down to see, because…”

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[–] [email protected] 7 points 10 months ago (1 children)

I enjoyed that poem so much i made my sister listen to me read it out loud. Thanks for sharing :)

[–] [email protected] 2 points 10 months ago

That’s wonderful to hear! One of my all time favorites for sure.

[–] [email protected] 2 points 10 months ago

less terrible than spent fissile fuel rods, which are also kept down in forbidden pools.

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