Gnome!!! Come Back, Gnome!!!

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: O, what can ail thee, Doctor M,
: Alone and palely loitering?
: The sedge has withered from the lake
: And no gnomes sing!

: No gnomal feet disturb her rest,
: No tortured cries so tiny,
: Her traps are bare, she's in despair,
: No gnomie guts so slimy!

: Her cauldron's filled with cobwebs now,
: Her whips and chains all rusty,
: She's out of stew and butter too,
: Her canning jars all fusty!

: O, what can ail thee, Doctor M.,
: What is it that you dreameth?
: Mohicanland is bare and sere
: Till gnomies once more screameth!

: *sniff! sniff!*

: Doc M


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