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Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Story Bone

Misoverheard quotes:

"Waiting for the room to rise."

conversely

"Waiting for the womb to rise."

I didn't write down what the actual line was, but it most certainly wasn't either.

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