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Somewhere in the cosmos, he said, […] there was also a planet entirely given over to Biro life forms. […] Veet Voogajig suddenly claimed to have found this planet, and to have worked there for a while driving a limousine for a family of cheap green retractables […]

Could they find a girl and child, No other signalment but girl and child? No data shown but noticeable eyes And hair in masses, low upon the brow, As if it were an iron crown and pressed?

Intimately connected with the question of the date is that of the home of Eddic poetry. There is fair agreement about only two poems: Atlamál, which is generally allowed to be of Greenlandish origin, and the Prophecy of Grípir, which no doubt was composed by an Icelander of the twelfth century […]