Jack Monroe #295 Yeah I already read that. Didn't inspire much hope in me.

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Through long nursery nights he stood
By my bed unwearying,
Loomed gigantic, formless, queer,
Purring in my haunted ear
That same hideous nightmare thing,
Talking, as he lapped my blood,
In a voice cruel and flat,
Saying for ever, "Pumble!…Pumble!…Pumble!”


We should have paid heed to these literary giants! Edgar Allan Poe(mble) also tried to forewarn us

Take thy slop from out my heart, and take thy form from off my floor!"
Quoth the Pumble "Nevermore."
 
New thread, preserve us from Pumble.

 
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