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Well, I'm signing off. Good night, everyone. I'm writing a few more poems for PBK before I go to bed. Here's the latest: The Hexagon Lexicon The hexagon lexicon, Equal on all sides; not long, A strange textbook, you’re not wrong, Held shut by a hook and prong. Written long ago; author unknown, It’s stained and musty; mold overgrown, It’s a rickety, fragile, old tome, Found in The Nil-Pride Gnome Hillside Home. Most pages are too worn to read, Spine held together with flax tweed, The gnome holds onto it with greed, Alas, its hope is to be freed....[[|:-)
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