Thank you deeply, The Saucepan Man and Turambar, for your welcome!
*tries to curtsey while sitting on the shoulders of giants*
Edit: A poser-poesy-posey for you as "winter first begins to bite":
One, Gondorian grouping, Butterbur drooping
Two, a monster cache, a place of doom
Three, at this age what angst a tweener would be suffering?
Is four a mound, or stone, a place for bones?
A fifth, a time to be mead a-drinking
The sixth is where there lived an Inkling.
Seven's a remedy for overheating.
Evermind Guess eighth and poser end is soon,
For it is a burial bloom.
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