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- Poetry > All PoetryA while ago in a city called Crell, There was a young Maiden whom they called Bell. She had fine dark hair that hung to her waist. And one day while walking to town with haste, She ran into a man and lost her thought, Of the aw-striking beauty she begot. “…Alms for the poor?” He asked w...
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