a monologue addressed to his axe Was a time I thoughtI could not get my boots soon enoughonto good firm rock again…And yet,here I sit,upon a kegonce full of Middle Earth’s best ale,with ye, my trusty Axe,leaning here against my knee–choosing the gentle rocking of a deck,over the fair and solid land I seeshining just …
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