"Come, Mr. Frodo!
I can't carry it for you,
But I can carry you."
"There's some good in this world,
Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for."
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Where would a Hobbit be
Were he struggling alone
Without the tugging hands of
True and loyal friend?
How would a hobbit
Stand a hope
Had he to face the evils
In his world on his own?
How high would any hobbit
Struggle Mordor's smoking sides
Alone,
Neck bound around,
Burdened with golden ring
Whispering its seduction...
A ring so powerful
As to rule us all?
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
"Come, Mr. Frodo!
I can't carry it for you,
But I can carry you."
"There's some good in this world,
Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for."
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Where would a Hobbit be
Were he struggling alone
Without the tugging hands of
True and loyal friend?
How would a hobbit
Stand a hope
Had he to face the evils
In his world on his own?
How high would any hobbit
Struggle Mordor's smoking sides
Alone,
Neck bound around,
Burdened with golden ring
Whispering its seduction...
A ring so powerful
As to rule us all?
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