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Many path's, Mountain's pass over them. Dreadful and evil things lurk the top's. You need memory, intelligence, and strength. Far on the west, there lay Bilbo, a Hobbit hole. Crack's snap, and Bilbo and the dwarves were on the wrong side of it. Where was Gandalf? No idea, but hurrying along. Deep and dark but only goblin's have the heart of the mountain's to see through. Glimmering red light's, goblin's singing sound of a croak,, giggling, and chuckel's,flapping their feet on stone.
Over Hill & Under Hill
Part One
Poem One
