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Three O’clock·

The Rooms were cold, the Hearth was grey:

Asleep in the ashes the Kobold lay.

The Board-Floor creaked, |○|

The Grey-Mouse squeaked,

And the Kobold dreamed its ear he tweaked.

He wrinkled up

His Forehead and Nose, |K☊P; ☾♈︎, des.|

And smiled in his sleep,

And curled his Toes. |☾|