The gist of the moment
The care of the hour
The expression known
Of the one quite
My easy-to-reach
Of the times
Helping to keep
My finds
Friend
The need of the dark hours
The light in the bright
Mat
Mat
Helps it
me
Sitting cross legged
Keeps always the dust
Off my pants
Photo
A collection
From the past
A memoir of a sort
Residing the days
It recalls
Tumbler
The tumbler is so special to me
Helps it me to drink
My choice of things
I have it here
Yellow and one blue
And these kinds
Filling the scope
Shield
A pre weapon of a sort
Helps me
Not take the lashes
Of the enemy
At hand
Toys
Toys I like to play
Their are fun
This one and last
I got no count
Time
The fabric most important
Of the life
As we living
Makes us it
Age in numbers
Tells us it
Of the moments
Gone off
Reminds us it
Of the beautiful past
And the future
That come with the hope
Sound
Enables us to hear
Enables us to talk
This sound magic to the ears
This sound magic when spoke
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