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  • Dramatic Poetry Re: His Problem

    The voice was loud, it echoed in my ear. The face, it changed, as smile became a sneer. The twisting tounge spat tangled twisted words, My ear deciphered meaning from ...

    Sep 13, 2010


In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
— JRR Tolkien