Sophia plugged her ears as the pennywhistle, the poetry, and the microphone conspired to fill the air with screeching. She applauded lightly for Birdland's notable achievement.
Throughout all the other competing sounds Sophia thought she caught the distinct sound of pans clattering together, spinning in her seat she realized that it was the Saucepan Man making his entrance. She called out to him over the heads of the crowds, "CHECK YOUR PMs!" he nodded in assent and she turned back to the award show.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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