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[ NaPo 2021 ] [ OPAR ] Enigmas
He was that old;
this jolly fellow who could recall
the first raindrops falling
on freshly acornamented oaks
Not quite man-sized
but say, taller than a hobbit
jacketed blue and booted yellow
And when adorning his fair hand
with The One Ring freely offered
he didn't disappear, seemingly
remaining unaffected by its power
Thus it was that old Tom, unconcerned
with the fate of a mere trinket
or of Middle Earth's free peoples
could not be bothered or badgered
or even trusted to take the mission
of melting it down in the fires of Orodruin
seriously
He was that powerful
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