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| I was once a great poet among the Heodenings, until I was displaced and sent wandering by Heorrenda, a more skillful poet. When my travels carry me into the more unfrequented regions of Misplaced Pages, I tend to putter about, making small emendations. | I was once a great poet among the Heodenings, until I was displaced and sent wandering by Heorrenda, a more skillful poet. When my travels carry me into the more unfrequented regions of Misplaced Pages, I tend to putter about, making small emendations. | ||
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I was once a great poet among the Heodenings, until I was displaced and sent wandering by Heorrenda, a more skillful poet. When my travels carry me into the more unfrequented regions of Misplaced Pages, I tend to putter about, making small emendations.
I do not know what I am talking about.