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Saruman's poetry (thanks Elf-Warrior & Gil)
S: Oh freddled gruntbuggly
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes...
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
Last edited by Oddwen; 07-21-2006 at 06:17 AM.
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