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Then let me post something that was inspired by a poem one of my friends wrote.
Woe upon them
Children who hold the helm
Woe, woe, before the dark foe
Whose will follows them high and low
Woe upon them, woe upon him
Who dared to oppose him and his whim
Woe upon them, forlorn in their plight
They couldn't win that fight
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Tuor: Yeah, it was me who broke [Morleg's] arm. With a wrench. Specifically, this wrench.
I am suffering from Maeglinomaniacal Maeglinophilia.
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