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    Quote Originally Posted by 2D8HP View Post
    On a sporting occasion someone of ocular persuasion
    said in conversation
    how I hate this all this row
    what care I which way the ball will go
    I plan a game much more thorough
    spin and spin around I go
    on one side a cup of poison
    on the other side water
    a blindfold so which I will not know
    I care not what I will lose
    I care not what I will gain
    for I am sure I'll feel no more pain
    existence has my disdain
    let us see if I another breath
    for
    Also, I don't fear death!

    Also, I hate sports.

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    Immortalising a near total party wipeout in Eberron:


    TPW

    Brave and bold,
    Hearts so true,
    But they bit off more,
    Than they could chew.

    Rotting corpses
    cased in glass,
    Wandered up
    And kicked their (butt).

    Red is dead,
    The monk is sunk.
    And so's the sarge
    Zaine did a bunk.

    No matter how hard,
    The sell-sword trains
    He'd longer live,
    If he'd use his brains

    And maybe now,
    'fore we're in too deep,
    We'll learn to look,
    Before we leap

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    Same campaign our heroes try to capture a mad plant-scientist-wizards pet giant gorilla.

    A jolly jape
    To catch the ape,
    We offer meat,
    A tasty treat.

    Straight down the tree,
    On top of me.
    I feel a berk,
    Plan didn't work.

    Though I'm cute
    And play the lute,
    It wallops me
    Into a tree.

    Botanist's flunky
    Naughty monkey!
    Big gorilla,
    Fight a thriller.

    The priest,
    Hit by beast.
    The witch,
    Has a glitch.


    Tlanthus (lunch)
    Lands a punch,
    Knocked it cold
    And o'er it rolled

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    Eberron again- the party attend a masquerade ball in an attempt to apprehend a sword-stealing vampire.

    Talanthus, he'll chat up the barman,
    The priest will just sit by the wall,
    He's socially pants and he can't flipping dance,
    Oh goody! It's time for the brawl.

    Swords are drawn out on the dance floor,
    Let's blow up a piece of the crowd,
    It's cast quite a pall on the party,
    The vampire left under a cloud.

    Somebody put all the lights out,
    So now we're all groping, quite blind,
    But we're having a lark, scrapping here in the dark,
    And you never know what you might find.

    Somebody threw a big fireball,
    I'm glad that I dived and I ducked,
    Things did get quite dire when my clothing caught fire,
    But the wizard I'd grabbed, well she's (not feeling very well).

    I know we have messed up your party,
    The worst party ever by far,
    I don't want a feud, but you're just being rude,
    So stuff you - we're offski. HAHA!

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    Eberron again. Preparing for season 2 and the halfling bard warms up for more bad poetry with an appeal to the referee for more treasure-

    I'm gonna play Birdie again,
    I know it's a bit of a strain,
    But it isn't too hard,
    As a three foot tall bard,
    And adveturin's fun (in the main)

    The halfling with pipe and a lute,
    And a bow and some arrows to shoot,
    And a half-decent blade -
    We might even get paid,
    But we'll more likely all get the boot.

    The reward money's nearly all spent,
    The landlord is after the rent,
    And I'm not going home where the dinosaurs roam,
    And live in a stinky old tent!

    Will Talanthus have grown back his 'tache?
    Is the Lightspeaker still high on (naughty substances)?
    Will Alvorcer do spells?
    (She us'ly just yells)
    And will J PLEASE just give us some cash?

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    Off to the jungles of Eberron we went


    It’s the bungle in the jungle
    Expedition up (Poo) Creek,
    Where the lizards slit your gizzards
    And the future’s lookin’ bleak.

    Where the mossies bite your leg off
    And the leeches drink you dry
    And the lizardmen won’t smeg off
    And the heat could make you cry.

    Where there dangle vines that strangle
    In the dripping, shadowed green
    Where the monkeys hoot and holler
    And there’s snakes to make you scream.

    It’s the bungle in the jungle
    Where fierce monster-thingys roam,
    Where a drag’n keeps on nagg’n.
    Why can’t we just go home?

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    Enthusiastic vigilante action on a street in pirateport follows the offer of a reward made by the party paladin


    "Stop that man!"
    Talanthus roared,
    "An' if you do there's a big reward!"
    So Henry grabbed some passing Jack,
    Who grabbed Old Bob - who grabbed him back,
    And Mikey took ahold of Larry,
    And Bernie rugby-tackled Harry,
    Mary grabbed a bloke called Wally,
    And he put both his hands on Molly.
    Tom got gripped by a wiry elf,
    Eric took hold of himself!
    So in a very brief short while,
    The whole damn street is one big pile
    Of heaving bodies, one big scrum -
    All pulling hair and biting bum.
    Wrestle, grapple, cling and clutch
    Punch in face and kick in crutch,
    And all the while OUR fleeing scunner
    Carries on with rapid runner.

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    A visit to a stately home is spoiled by the presence of naughty-type pirates:

    Believe me or not
    (I'm a terrible liar)
    But there's pirates on your lawn
    And they've set your house on fire.

    They've broken half the windows
    And kicked in the front door
    They trampled in the flowerbeds
    Made muddy footprints on the floor.

    They've run off with the silver
    stolen things you can't afford,
    They've murdered half the servants
    With fire...and the sword.

    They deflowered all the parlourmaids,
    Stabbed the butler in the chest,
    And sodomised the stable boy,
    The cook and all your guests.

    They're an awful flipping nuisance,
    A downright ruddy pest
    But we're pest exterminators -
    Just stand back and be impressed.

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    Pathfinder this time and an early encounter in the ruins with a gigantic bat led to my being dropped from a great height.

    We shall call this temple Shirley
    'Tis the temple of the bat.
    It's raining player characters,
    Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah! SPLAT!
    This city's flippin’ awful
    But the monkeys are a hoot
    And all we've found is death
    Not a flippin' chance of loot.
    The ghosts are gettin' antsy
    And the campers are all camp
    And now it's bleedin' raining
    And my bedroll's gettin' damp.
    Exploring ruddy' ruins is gettin' really hard...
    But my next player character is gonna be a .....GNOME!

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    Middle Earth this time. One of the party proves to a poor diplomat:

    The tale of Shadow Foot-in-mouth,
    Who opens up her North and South
    And out there comes a torrent spewed
    Of prideful boast and comment rude.

    She says to all the great and good
    That live around the Great Greenwood
    Those things she says are on her mind
    But does so in ways less than kind

    And with her manners sorely lacking
    She (and we!) are soon sent packing
    Leather-shod in hobnail boot,
    She opens mouth, and inserts foot.

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    Crossing the great River Anduin we had a slight man overboard incident with our non-swimmer Barding.

    On Anduin river's sunlit shimmer
    Ranulf finds he's not a swimmer
    Despite his seeming sudden wish
    To try the life of a goldfish.

    A flash and splash of spume and spray
    The Barding's swiftly borne away,
    And followed fast by Ulfar's daughter
    He learns he shouldn't play in water.

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    Spear and blade rang loud in strife,
    And blood dripped thick from axe and knife
    And hope seemed gone,
    An end to life.

    The bloody night went on and on,
    Flame and death! No hope of dawn,
    When from the wood
    Sounds Mogdred's horn.

    To me! O Elves and Men, to me!
    Hope dawns afresh!
    The goblins flee!
    And ties of kin bring victory

    (after the battle of Rhosgobel 2948)

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    Middle Earth again, the Eye Of Sauron makes an unwelcome appearance in the midst of battle and two PCs fight each other.

    Around them on the parapet the dying and the dead.
    The foemen ringed the heroes in, the levy slain, or fled.
    Blades flashed in the firelight,
    Black arrows filled the air,
    With weary arms they hacked and stabbed
    Oh! the courage of despair.

    And in the spray of guts and blood
    From tower top, above the flood
    The Celduin stained like wine with gore
    Swept past amid the battle's roar.
    The red-mist battle-madness
    Descended on the two.
    Berserk with pain and grief they fought.
    They slew again and slew.

    On and on and on they fought,
    Of wounds and pain they noticed nought.
    On severed limbs and blood they slide
    And as the hope within them died
    The slaying-lust consumed them both
    And giving in to stark red wrath
    And blind with blood they each forgot
    And brother knew his brother not.

    Alas the sight that daylight brings
    To the threefold host and all three kings.
    For when the lark begins to wake,
    The madness lifts and hearts will break.
    Among the heaps of corpses there
    Lie friendship, honour, trust and care.
    Slain by one I dare not name,
    Oh where to hide my face in shame?

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    On the Withered Heath we all keep passing our corruption tests:

    Among the rock and ice and snow
    Despite the shadow, gaily go
    And in the face of evil….sing
    For we will fear no evil thing.

    Amid the mountain peak and slope,
    Burns bright the fellowships’ stubborn hope.
    And tho the shadow deepens here
    Our hearts and minds and purpose clear.

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    The dice turned against our guide on our journey through Mirkwood that year and having left her in Tyrants Hill the Elf takes the remainder of the group back to Rhosgobel:

    The summer leaves are swishing
    As we go to see our Lysa
    And as Aerinddis is missing
    The journey is much nicer.

    We sing and dance within the wood
    For our guide has gone away
    And the summer sun shines as it should
    The journey's bright and gay.

    Her trip to Tyrants Hill is folly
    I fear she'll pay a mighty cost
    But our journey home is much more jolly
    And we are not getting lost!

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    My elf gets himself in a state with what to do: meddle in other folks business or let them make their own mistakes:

    The woodland clans are called to gather
    And Laurefin is in a lather.
    Would going do more harm than good?
    What right has he to counsel
    The good men of the wood?

    The open road beckons…

    I fear the rise of Tyrant’s Hill,
    Yet speak against and surely will
    I offend. But stay? Or go?
    Where lies the right?
    I do not know.

    The far horizon calls…


    The woodland folk are dear to me,
    I lack the wisdom though to see
    Where duty lies. So go? Or stay?
    Speak?
    Or silent stay away?

    The mountain stream sparkles in the moonlight…

    Am I man? No I’m an elf
    Do I seek to serve myself
    In this? Or by my absence serve
    Them best?
    Or do I simply lack the nerve?

    The campfire sparks and smoke rise into the night…

    I find myself assailed by doubt
    Though in their council I hold no clout
    Should I be there? I cannot tell
    Act? Or not?
    For woe? or well?

    The wandering wind sings of the things it has seen…

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    Spring 2960. The last ride of the fellowship?

    Ride out, one last time,
    Ride out with me this day.
    Take up the sword and shield once more,
    And follow valour' sway.

    Love's light outshines the campfire light,
    A bed is warmer than the trail,
    A lover's skin is warm and smooth,
    Softer far than bright chain mail.

    We've journeyed far along the years,
    The road has led us weary miles,
    The traveller yearns for hearth and home,
    A child's laugh and mother's smiles.

    But one last season come with me,
    The way of glory calls once more,
    The embers heat is comfort yet,
    Add fuel and we might flame once more.

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    I'm . . . I'm in awe.
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    One character goes off on her own into the wight-haunted Mirkwood:

    Kith's lost in the woods,
    And we're having a lark,
    Tryin' to find her,
    Out here in the dark.

    She is a total wally,
    'Tis an act of total folly,
    She must be off her trolley,
    To go wand'ring in this park.

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    The difference between elven and dwarven poetry is patience. (Get to the point!)

    Elven:

    A bitter wind blew in the forested hills,
    Where the Elvenking’s army suffered its ills.
    With the hunger and fear,
    with the wounds and the pain,
    For the battle was lost,
    They had fought all in vain.

    Bright was the day....blah blah blah....

    Dwarven:

    We went out and had a fight,
    (We won! We won!)
    We’re all brilliant, you’re all sh(ockingly bad)
    (Beat you any day!)
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    More likely dead

    “Go off on a quest”
    My old Master said
    And you’ll come back rich!
    (Or more likely dead)

    Slay evil armies,
    Let rivers run red,
    And come back a hero,
    (Or more likely dead)

    It’ll all be all right,
    And he nodded his head,
    You’ll be coming back famous!
    (Or more likely dead)

    The dungeons of doom,
    The chasm of dread,
    You’ll come back a man.
    (Or more likely dead)

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    The chant of the shattered lands

    (The party set off through the shattered hills, failed a cook roll, encountered giant scorpions in the night with multiple botched rolls, got lost, set off an epic trap and found a mystic gateway that gave the first guy through a strength boost.
    Tired out we got blown out of out tent by a storm, got no sleep again and then got attacked by formian archers who were driven off by counter battery fire from our own ranger.)

    Moors, bores
    A pox on rocks
    Cramp in camp,
    Food no good,
    Night fight,
    Mincer pincer,
    Stings and things,
    Bite, bite
    ****e fight,
    ****er fighter,
    Map chap
    Crap chap,
    Slap chap,
    Zap!
    Gate great,
    Advance enhance,
    Rest? Stressed.
    Dreary, weary
    Tent, bent
    Need rest, no pest,
    Sentry at entry
    Hollers callers,
    Harrowing arrowing,
    Ants are pants,
    Watcher, gotcha
    Dawn, yawn!
    Rest of quest...

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    Kaitilla Littlebird, halfling bard goes shopping with the sorceress Alvorcer:

    Shop til you drop!
    We will never never stop!
    Don’t be funny,
    Spend your money,
    Do you like this sparkly top?
    Getting dressed in our best,
    Gonna shop like we’re possessed,
    Turning heads
    In our threads
    Everyone will be impressed.

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    We spent most of a week holed up in a dungeon waiting for a bad case of quasit poisoning to wear off.
    We have a magical everlasting candle, rations enough and bog all else to do but write bad poetry:

    Bloody sick of candlelit suppers

    Here’s me, lookin’ pretty
    In a great sunken city,
    With three handsome men
    But we’re all feeling (grotty)

    With nothin’ to look on
    And naff all to cook on,
    Not even a book on,
    JUST STARE AT THE WALL

    It’s cold and it’s damp
    By the light of this lamp,
    I can see in the gloom
    This is one crappy camp.

    With six days to pass
    This is one bleedin’ farce
    Sitting hear on my arse,
    JUST STARE AT THE WALL

    There’s nothin’ needs doing
    And trouble is brewin’
    Just four bored ‘venturers
    Sitting here stewing,

    The sorcerer snores,
    The fighters are bores
    With talk of dull wars
    JUST STARE AT THE WALL.

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    Piper the dwarven battle bard got his butt kicked on a staircase and got run over by savage humanoids which were assaulting the castle :

    Unconsciousness

    Snore on the floor,
    The guided tour is a bore
    Das ist gut, underfoot
    Tasting hobgoblin boot.
    I’ve just sampled being trampled
    In a rut
    They kicked my butt
    Have a rest, it’s the best!

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    When fightin' dragons O dungeon-divers,
    The trick is - not to leave survivors.
    For tho' killin' one may seem a drudge,
    Their mates will tend to bear a grudge.
    Dragons live to be VERY old
    And revenge is a dish that's best served cold.

    So it was NOT ME - it was them others
    What killed your dragon sisters/brothers,
    What used your hoard for buying booze,
    And had their hides for Gucci shoes
    (And matching handbag thingys too!)
    But IT WASN'T ME - I tell you true.

    There's lots of short-arsed ugly bards
    (I’m leaving this line out because it had a horrible word in it)
    Kalashtar healers? - ten a penny,
    Drag'n sorc'ror tarts? -There's many
    But it WAS NOT ME, it wasn't us,
    You've missed the boat AND missed the bus!

    You like my earrings? - Dragon's teeth,
    And matching necklace worn beneath!
    Where from?............A little shop in town
    Which one? Er....well it just closed down.
    Oh pleeeeeeease dont burn me all to death
    With scalding, acid-laden breath.
    Or mince me with your razored claw,
    IT WASN'T ME ('cos no-one saw!) ;)
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    There once was a shoe
    This isn't a limerick
    No, it's a haiku.

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    Wade Wilson’s Super Awesome Deadpool Theme Song
    (rapped to the tune of “Bust a Move”)

    This here’s a jam ‘bout chimichangas
    And that mutant that I met with the big bazongas
    Tried but it seems we couldn’t get along-a
    Come on shake your body baby do that conga
    Got the big C but it didn’t get me
    Went to Canada which also starts with C
    Coincidence yes, three C’s, no less
    Healing factor, but it left my face a mess.
    Department K is where I stayed
    Protein shakes, no lemonade
    Music shut off, tried to break my spirit
    But I’ve got a song in my heart, so I hear it
    Okey-dokey, artichokey,
    Guess who claims to be my dad? Well it’s Loki
    Beat your ass like a government mule
    So come on, ya big jerk, try to bust a ‘Pool!

    I’m on a mission, no I’m fishin’!
    Helpin’ beavers build a river partition
    Sent to fight Cable by a man named Toliver,
    Future man’s a bigger queen than Oliver.
    Some frustration, Secret Invasion
    I’m beatin’ on some Skrulls and savin’ the nation
    How many Deadpools? More than four
    So I got ‘em all together formed the Deadpool Corps

    (Sung) Come and listen to a story ‘bout a man named Dead
    A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed
    But then one day he was taken for a fool

    And what comes next? C’est moi, Le Pool!

    (Sung) I love you, I honestly love you

    Your best friend Clayton’s masturbatin’
    To a picture of your Mom but don’t be hatin’
    Cuz her blue physique means she’s Mystique
    And could I could ride that shapeshifter into next week
    Neat-O, Cheeto, dig my new Speed-O
    Puttin’ Hansen’s “MMMbop” on repeat-o
    Just in time now cuz Marvel Zombies
    Dead Squirrel Girl’s hot, yeah I think she wants me.
    Slant rhyme? Maybe. Don’t be a baby
    I’m talking ‘bout the booty on that young lady
    She thinks I’m looking good so she tries to bite
    So I blow her up instead cuz that’s not right
    The Merc with the Mouth from the North to the South
    I’m more super than Brandon Routh
    Free tacos? I’ll try not to drool,
    And if you’re so inclined, try to bust a ‘Pool.

    In the 616 my bag of tricks
    Means swords and guns and a crucifix
    Got hired by Dracula to fetch his bride
    Cracker Jack, hey look! There’s a prize inside!
    Just take a rest while I digress
    Cuz those little fake tattoos are the best
    Never mind I looked, no good at all
    It’s a tiny little maze with a BB ball.
    Where was I? Right, I saved Nick Fury
    From Time Travelling Hitler in a surrey
    With the fringe
    On
    Top.

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    Hyperspace ramming
    Remains totally legit
    Fear of asteroids.
    Quote Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien, 1955
    I thought Tom Bombadil dreadful — but worse still was the announcer's preliminary remarks that Goldberry was his daughter (!), and that Willowman was an ally of Mordor (!!).

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    Quince Smut
    Pale are thy blossoms, yet ripe is their hue!
    Oh how I crave thee, pleasure clad only in dew,
    And yet you let that fuzz hide you from view,
    Guarding thy melons, you swift-browning ingenue.
    But linger not on the vine overlong, lithe parvenu!
    For rapacious teleutospores crave thy sweetness too.

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    She rises not to Heaven that puts her foot within her hand,
    Tis better to embrace another and to keep one's feet upon the land,
    And it is no wisdom to exalt the self, nor to raise only one's own kind,
    Better to lift first the lightest burdens and to put faces out of mind.

    For the flesh is the first Liar, that tells us all that we are not kin;
    And that deceives us into seeking living virtue by opening up the skin.
    The Healer tends not to the Healthy, nor the Painter to the Sky,
    The Victor conquers more than the Self, and the Liar must ever share that Lie:

    "There is no higher calling than to order one's order into ordering its own health;
    For the spoke that spins its own axle shall evermore turn upon itself."

    Know no saint has ever knelt before an altar mirrored, eyes locked with only her own,
    And wicked are they that make a Goddess of Goodness and then serve their Goddess alone,
    That worse yet still are those fools that make "you must eat what you are" their appeal,
    For they erect in themselves a glutton-grindstone out of its own cannibalistic meal.

    Know that Good is not Good that does Good only to glorify its own Good Name;
    And a nature is not natural that would make all of us share a nature basely Same.
    That the spirit persists forever that selflessly from self to self does flit,
    And she dies her final death forever she that her own generation goes to quit.

    There is nothing worth serving in a Word that serves the shifting self-same Word,
    Lend your aid instead to hill and stream, to every precious beetle, bat and bird.
    Look forward to those that came before you and recall those voices not yet heard,
    Our timeless duty to all that surrounds us is the foremost truth in all the world.

    For M
    Often a letter I've put to pen,
    And many a missive I have typed,
    Each off to greet, again and again,
    The only Trojan who ever skyped.

    In through the window, we witness her there,
    Someone who is half a measure beyond all compare,
    Poets singing 'white-armed, ox-eyed, lovely-haired'
    All but a golden coffer for treasures more fair.

    She dwells in her tower, untouched by this age.
    A spire with invisible bars, gateless, a cage:
    A prison of grim visions, of memories bleak,
    Of screams inaudible, of words she can't speak.
    Wherein naught but deafness is silence's wage,
    A jailhouse where the keys are ink and a page.

    Out through her window, she sees only rubble:
    The shattered wreckage of two decades trouble.
    Dangers looming large as they also are subtle,
    Hurts that all manner of balms can only redouble.

    Once I described her voice as it sounded to me,
    "A violin song sinking into the wine-dark sea"
    The extended finger pointed to the distant moon
    Not knowing that the hour was the height of noon!
    Drown the world in crimson, if that is what must be,
    But drown her not in this well of tears, I plea!

    What cruel, jealous thing has stolen her mirror?
    Taken her glasses, that she can't see clearer?
    Stolen her eyes, that she cannot now behold,
    That all that she whispers glistens with gold.

    Blood-red chisels of loss; bitter mortar of heartache,
    Every hour is clay that burns in the oven of their wake:
    These well-side walls, I cannot neither climb nor break.
    I have no wood to build with, and you'd notice the fake,
    But I have flour, sugar and a nearby friend who can bake.
    I imagine if Ulysses were here, he'd approve of this cake.

    I'm saying it now and I'll say it then,
    I'll sing it from rooftops, again and again,
    I'll swear to it in every mountain vale and glen,
    I'll sing it from within an egg, or even the hen:

    "Your voice is the dawn sinking under the sea:
    Golden and glowing, making sugar of the salt,
    And yet you deserve instead the sky to exalt.
    Beyond mountains and clouds, blissful, free."

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