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| Poetry I |
| Pippin�s fear I sat down weary, sad and sighed To Merry only I�d confide If only my best friend were here In him I�d tell my doubtful fear Will we make it home alive Will we see our children thrive Will I ever know the way To find my Tookish pride someday My old man would have me know Of all the hopes that we forgo none is worse to thine old ears of losing friends who through the years Have stood by thee and come to know I�m not a fool, not just a show Fate has chosen not just me but only of us hobbits three Am I the weakest of the lot Will I ruin all we�ve got? What if my big mouth did say Such a thing as to betray us wherever we lay hid They�d know exactly of what I did I can�t imagine life alone Of all the fears that I have known to lose my friends without a fight To lose my world in such a plight My fears are great but not as bad As losing all the friends I had They mean all the world to me They laugh, accept and let me be I�d have only myself to blame I�d weep and wallow in my shame Frodo would give a jolly mutter, laugh, and send my heart aflutter Sam would raise a bushy brow Smile at me and yet somehow Just their words won�t be enough I need to hear the kind of stuff My closest pal would make the choice All my hopes lie in his voice If I stumble, if I fall Will he help or make me crawl? "Pip, my lad," Merry would say "Ill be there til your hairs turn grey. And at the end we will come through Frodo, Sam and Me and You." Meri |
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