"What lovely hair the thing has there," the little elf then said.
Then with a leap, without a peep, the elf jumped off the shelf.
And two dents now adorn my brow, the markings of the elf.
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My imagination rhymes! Sometimes. (That one was unintentional. Honest.)
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