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My steeple sours, great towering keep.
From near my base clear rivers weep.
Caverns lie in depths beneath,
which hold a gusty, unkempt heath.
I'm wise as time and smarter still.
I tell all good from ill.
'Why is it called a steeple?'
'Why is anything called what it is?'
'I think it's because it's a little steep.'
'So a table is a little tab?'
'Precisely. And a fable, especially here, is just a little fab.'
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