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Well, I'm a Wight, not a newbie. But I've only been here since September, so I'm glad this post has been revieved:
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of Ring:
Four and twenty crebain
Flying on a wing.
Gollum is fond of fishes,
And Elves like to sing,
Was not that a dainty dish
To set before the King?
The King was on Caradhras,
Climbing up the summit,
The Queen was in Rivendell,
Glorfindel wasn’t.
The hobbit was in the garden,
Trimming up the trees,
When down swooped Gandalf,
And accused him of dropping eaves.
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All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.
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