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Ceall By: Ceall *climbs on top of a box and clears throat* "Oh, wine may be the proper brew for humans in the south, And stranger things a thirsty elf will pour into his mouth. But when it comes to hardy dwarves, that won't fulfill their need, The only thing that satisfies is proper Dwarvish MEAD" When Ceall is drunk, she sings "wussies" instead of "humans", just bear with her. Not very good, perhaps, but I know Ceall herself would have entered the contest thinking it was the best poem in the world, so I just have to do it for her. |
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