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Atrus worked long into the night.
He wrote about what he had seen
And what a lot of those could mean.
He plucked a bread roll from his pack,
For it was time to eat a snack.
While curled up sleeping on the floor,
Rij would sometimes give a snore.
But deep within his restful sleep,
The smell of fresh baked bread did seep.
And though asleep, and he did try...
Rij then did open up one eye.
(с) Andrew
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