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Curmudgeonly Wordwraith
Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: Ensconced in curmudgeonly pursuits
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ELROND'S SOLILOQUOY
By Will Shakespeare after a night of drinking port An Elf or not an Elf...that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler to be mortal and suffer The twinges and hair-loss of mankind's fortune, Or to take up Elfdom and unlimited potential, and by inference become immortal. An Elf -- to sleep no more -- Because Elves rarely sleep given their high metabolism. But there is heartburn -- a thousand years of eating lembas -- Does not aid in my digestion. 'Tis not a bowel movement One would wish on an enemy. And sheep -- the sheep that yearn to dream -- Ah, I've lost count. For in that count of sheep no dreams may come, While snuggly mortals coil soundly 'neath comforters and nap without pause, There's only insomnia that makes a calamity of so long a life....
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