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Overloading the Machine
Under My Rug
October 27, 2001
Everything's great, thanks.
I went to write a letter.
It's insurmountable. Look over there.
No high-protein diet energizes
the wrapped loaf. The swept sea.
A four-cylinder
means two are striking.
Nose for the present,
you on time,
deliberating,
my favorite mug.
The soundtrack is out.
But if not for noise and valleys,
where could we debut? Mere
possession of facts is face.
But count some up;
cool and garnish.
My dear People.
My dear Bagginses and Boffins, and my dear Tooks and Brandybucks,
and Grubbs, and Chubbs, and Burrowses, and Hornblowers, and Bolgers,
Bracegirdles, Goodbodies, Brockhouses and Proudfoots. Also my good
Sackville Bagginses that I welcome back at last to Bag End. Today is my
one hundred and eleventh birthday: I am eleventy-one today!"
-- J. R. R. Tolkien
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