Stairs

Halfway down the stairs
is a stair
where i sit.
there isn’t any
other stair
quite like
it.
i’m not at the bottom,
i’m not at the top;
so this is the stair
where
I always
stop.

Halfway up the stairs
Isn’t up
And it isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery,
It isn’t in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn’t really
Anywhere!
It’s somewhere else
Instead!
~ A. A. Milne

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5 comments

jerbear February 1, 2025 - 6:11 pm
Good Golly Miss Molly! Like!
Ken Benoit February 1, 2025 - 6:33 pm
Hi Molly. I enjoyed this poem you provided, and in enjoy your black and white photos. Thank you
Cookie February 3, 2025 - 7:48 am
Such a stunning image!
smash February 3, 2025 - 9:07 am
@mollyskiss can I lick your beautiful pussy 🤤😍😍
Bee February 4, 2025 - 5:06 pm
I love the verse you have used, utter perfection!
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