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[anewaname]

so.. I'm sitting outside in the shade and foot-stomping on the ground, working on rhymes that imaginary crews of dwarfs might use to coordinate their heavy labor with stone, or as tavern-chants. The inhale and exhale of breath is important to coordinated labor, so each line is intended to be sung with four foot-stomps during the exhale of the words, followed by four silent foot-stomps during the inhale. There are also *'s to mark the 1st and 3rd foot-stomps for each line.

Title: "Ode to Olivine"

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*The barkeep offers *from a deep well
*Who'll be sick, *we cannot tell 
*the green stone does* floor the great hall
*so your puke will be* hidden from all 
*We'll give the musicians *a rousing farewell
*With laughter and blame* for the smell

Title: "Etur the Mighty"

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*Etur the mighty *was once a wee tyke
*He crawled over bodies *and minetracks alike
*The featherwood whispered *"I'll knock in your head"
*But Etur threw down, and made it his bed
*Now minecarts are feared *for the punch they pack
*But Etur has grown, *and he punches back.