Wed Jan 9 02:04:24 2002

For every child, even those so bold,
Shiver and shiver though it is not cold,
For trolls like children as the story is told,
Children roasted in trollish sandwich folds.

When the moon is at its peak,
From the hole the troll takes a peek.
Although stories say that trolls make strong men weak,
The truth is that this one troll is pretty meek.

The stars hide behind the clouds, the night wind still,
For not a creature moves when the troll is on the kill,
Granted the truth is a fly a troll could not kill.

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(i'll continue at some other time just because I lost track of what I wanted to do with this poem :tongue:)

Wed Jan 9 04:26:46 2002