Poems ✍️

  10.01.2026
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Author: Hobbit Day

The Comfort of the Shire

There is a place where mornings breathe,
With gardens trimmed and hearts at ease,
Where tea is poured and stories told,
And life is rich, though never bold.
The Shire reminds the weary soul
That peace is more than distant goals—
It lives in hearths and simple cheer,
In knowing home is always near.




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