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		<title>imported&gt;GS4-XERAPHINA: updated template for new required parts</title>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;{{creative-work | title = No Love From Yonder Pickle Breaks | type = poetry | author = Mellny | author-displayed = Mellny, as told at PickleFest 5117 | date = 2018-09-25}}&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny cheekily announces, &amp;quot;Dis be a mostly daft tale &amp;#039;bout a pair of young Truefolk.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny grandiosely continues, &amp;quot;I calls it... &amp;quot;No Love From Yonder Pickle Breaks!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny removes a giant Moomph dill pickle from in her pale ruby pelisse.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny strikes a heroic pose.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny recites soberly:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Two houses, both sames, not much dignities...&lt;br /&gt;
In River&amp;#039;s Rest, where we does lay dis scene.&lt;br /&gt;
From forth da fatal loins of dese two foes&lt;br /&gt;
A pair of sea-cross&amp;#039;d lov....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny smiles widely then snickers as she breaks off suddenly -- midsentence, midword.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking impishly to herself, Mellny repeats, &amp;quot;Loins...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny giggles to herself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny decisively declares, &amp;quot;I tells dis one MY way insteads.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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With a flourish, Mellny tosses her pale ruby pelisse over her shoulder, tilting her chin upward with a flash of pert defiance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny recites cheerfully:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;His folk, dey make pickles, bit snooty, y&amp;#039;know?&lt;br /&gt;
Da brine wrinkles dere noses, curls hair on dere toes.&lt;br /&gt;
An&amp;#039; her fam&amp;#039;ly ships berries, from far to da Rest.&lt;br /&gt;
Berries brew darn fine ale -- get some heres at dis Fest!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny furtively glances at a flagon of winterberry ale on a large buffet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny recites baffledly:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So she berries, he pickles. Dat really so bad?&lt;br /&gt;
When dey looked to each other? Dere folks sure got mad.&lt;br /&gt;
She woulds lament alone, &amp;quot;He me fate, it be clears!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Scratched he oodles of verse &amp;#039;bout banned lovers an&amp;#039; tears.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny glances between a plump blue-black winterberry and a giant Moomph dill pickle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny recites confidingly:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;One pink dawn at da Warren, met hush on da dock,&lt;br /&gt;
First broke fast wit&amp;#039; sweet Dill spears an&amp;#039; puffs Berry-pocked,&lt;br /&gt;
Hand in hand, side by side, den did launch in da air --&lt;br /&gt;
Berry girl, pickle boy -- angst-filled drama wit&amp;#039; flair!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny recites dramatically:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Dere sense, smarts, an&amp;#039; logic drowned out by love&amp;#039;s throes,&lt;br /&gt;
Aye, straight into da cold Tempest River dey dove!&lt;br /&gt;
Swirling current did grab &amp;#039;em, did toss &amp;#039;em about --&lt;br /&gt;
Up an&amp;#039; down, gurgle gaspin&amp;#039;, dere lives be in doubt!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny recites mischievously:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Losin&amp;#039; socks, frocks, an&amp;#039; clothin&amp;#039;, da sad sodden pair&lt;br /&gt;
Did fetch up on da dock near da Eye -- fully bare!&lt;br /&gt;
Sure, cold shivers, some retchin&amp;#039;, a touch of green spew...&lt;br /&gt;
But young love must prevail, &amp;#039;cause... conveniently nude?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny nods knowingly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny gleefully exclaims, &amp;quot;But, NO!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny leans forward.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny recites theatrically:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;All, um... berries... were shriveled! Last pickle were limp!&lt;br /&gt;
An&amp;#039; unfortunately, she glanced downwards... an&amp;#039; GRINNED!&lt;br /&gt;
So abruptly did end truce of Berry an&amp;#039; Dill --&lt;br /&gt;
Flaming love now extinguished in watery chill.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny recites cheerfully:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Da lessons ta learn from dis daft-headed tripe?&lt;br /&gt;
One, dat diving from docks ain&amp;#039;t fer loverly types.&lt;br /&gt;
Two, dat plumpest be berries sun-warmed on da vine.&lt;br /&gt;
Three, don&amp;#039;t want yer loins pickled? Don&amp;#039;t dives in cold brine!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking impishly to herself, Mellny repeats, &amp;quot;Pickled loins...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mellny giggles to herself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pulling up the edges of her pale ruby pelisse, Mellny bobs a sassy little half-curtsy.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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