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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ottoman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the foot of my parents bed was an ottoman, <br>it was old fashioned, but solid and sound.<br>My father said it had been locked for a reason, <br>to stop children from nosing around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This unusual ottoman kind of haunted me <br>and I was curious to look inside.<br>One morning I found a key in the green house<br>and it looked like the ottoman’s size</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within minutes I was face to face with the ottoman, <br>the key turned the lock, so I took a peek.<br>A burning light shone at the bottom of a stairway; <br>so this was the secret my father wished to keep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My burning curiosity had got the better of me, <br>so I lifted the lid wider and got inside.<br>Down the steps I ventured with caution, <br>my ears twitching, and eyes open wide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The steps led down a narrow spiral staircase, <br>which met a corridor, with a door at the end.<br>Behind the creaky door was another corridor<br>and a wooden stairway which I did ascend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This led me back up to the ottoman, <br>which was strange, but had to accept.<br>I decided to mull this over in my bedroom, <br>but someone was sleeping, so out there I crept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I couldn’t believe it when I saw myself sleeping, <br>but then my father called me down for tea.<br>He and mum smiled, and dad ruffled my hair, <br>it was then that I came face to face with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ran from the kitchen, up to my parent’s bedroom; <br>into the ottoman, and returned the way I came.<br>Everyone was sitting down for tea when I joined them<br>and dad knew, that I wouldn’t be disobeying him again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Orlando+Belo">Orlando Belo</a><div class=q>
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it was old fashioned, but solid and sound.
My father said it had been locked for a reason, 
to stop children from nosing around.

This unusual ottoman kind of haunted me 
and I was curious to look ins..."></div>
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