How would it feel to run a business that writes wacked-out poetry and sends it to millions of people?
Apparently, Ruben Boor knows.
Go ahead and read the whole thing.
From: Ruben Boor
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shore and opened. Groans came from inside, and out crept a most unhappy
dwarf. Wet straw was in his draggled beard; he was so sore and stiff, so
bruised and buffeted he could hardly stand or stumble through the
shallow water to lie groaning on the shore. He had a famished and a
savage look like a dog that has been chained and forgotten in a kennel
for a week. It was Thorin, but you could only have told it by his golden