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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I modded weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten skrit.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some gamer,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Then this dark elf beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance he wore,
`Though thy head be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and tired elf rubbing thy gamer's elbow
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Forge's Ebony bow!'
Quoth the dark elf, `Yellow Snow.'

Uh oh, I think I need a nap....

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Total absence of humor renders life impossible.
Colette