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/ "I cannot read the fiery letters," said Frito Bugger in a quavering voice. \
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| "No," said GoodGulf, "but I can. The letters are Elvish, of course, of an ancient mode, but the |
| language is that of Mordor, which I will not utter here. They are lines of a verse long known in |
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| "This Ring, no other, is made by the elves, |
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| Who'd pawn their own mother to grab it themselves. |
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| Ruler of creeper, mortal, and scallop, |
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| This is a sleeper that packs quite a wallop. |
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| The Power almighty rests in this Lone Ring. |
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| The Power, alrighty, for doing your Own Thing. |
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| If broken or busted, it cannot be remade. |
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| If found, send to Sorhed (with postage prepaid)." |
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\ -- Harvard Lampoon, "Bored of the Rings" /
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