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  • Dramatic Poetry Re: To my stepmother from hell

    WARNING: the following is cheesy...read at ones on risk.. I hate the way i cringe when some one speaks your name i hate the way you drive me postivily insane ...

    Sun Jun 15, 2008 4:57 pm


In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
— JRR Tolkien