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Sipping his Warm Gnome Grog

Sipping his warm tasty gnome grog in the snow We see troll’s size fourteen feet and we laugh at his ugly toe Why doesn’t he wear shoes or boots someone says. Too warm blooded me thinks, says my cousin Inez.

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