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A Little Balrog Verse
Some people say a balrog is made out of shade,
A balrog of blood and muscles is made,
A back that is strong and various things,
But not the slightest suggestion of wings.
Two mortal ages, and what do you get?
Eons older and no wings as yet!
Don't call me, Sauron, I can't go;
That old knave Gandalf has brought me so low!
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