Three O’clock·
The
Rooms
were cold, the
Hearth
was grey:
Asleep in the ashes the
Kobold
lay.
The
Board-Floor
creaked,
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The
Grey-Mouse
squeaked,
And the
Kobold
dreamed its ear he tweaked.
He wrinkled up
His
Forehead
and
Nose
,
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K☊P; ☾♈︎, des.
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And smiled in his sleep,
And curled his
Toes
.
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