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Mar 2013
"Take a walk around my mind, tell me what you see.
Look through the doors and hard wood floors. Take a pen and mark me.
I will guide you around the rooms and gentle flowing brooks.
I will show you all the little crevasses and nooks.

First stop, atrium. Please note the gentle breeze,
and even though we are inside the, cabbages and trees.
There very green don't you think or maybe red-ish blue...
But honestly the color keeps on changing, so I leave the tone to you.

But here we are the main attracting. A charming *** of tea.
Note the chattering china, from which it was made to be.
Along with the cups and sugar tin, which are that don the table.
of course there is no helpful spoon only, a large ladle.

The table's also made of glass... That's not really relevant.

Last stop on the tour, in here we really have a treat.
For the whole room is made of millions story's yet to be complete.
Some are good and some are bad, some even a little gory.
But each and every volume makes a book which tells a more complete glory.

In the center of the room it's easy to find.
The tiny place I call a home, a small resting place for the mind.
A large leather chair sits by the fire with a warm welcoming glow.
But right next to it there is another seat, for a person I do not know.

That is all, hope you enjoyed your stay. please remember to visit the gift shop."
Jake Leader
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Jake Leader  london
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