Riddle verses from somebody else's poem
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He stalks the world with mighty tread,
He stands whence all but he have fled,
He is the surge from A to Z
That sets the Lords a-leaping.
And, in lighter vein:
He has a large and pointed head
His thoughts are slow and dull as lead
His nose is very long and red
And suitable for beeping.
Just to get them out of my mind before they do it to me.
He stands whence all but he have fled,
He is the surge from A to Z
That sets the Lords a-leaping.
And, in lighter vein:
He has a large and pointed head
His thoughts are slow and dull as lead
His nose is very long and red
And suitable for beeping.
Just to get them out of my mind before they do it to me.
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