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Ever drown yourself in a mug of sweet milk?
A taste so forbidden and divine that dwarven children sink
If adults have their wine and meads, sweet tooths have milk
Of course, creature source and milk are an important link
Where the sweetness comes from matters
Between harpys and centaurs, the winning bowl goes to the latter
For the bountiful utters that provides quantity is just as important
As mammary breasts of healthy harpies are always on the hunt
The market is extremely dubious as well
Hence why centaur milk is preferred for the community
But the dwarves heard of a source that brings out the best of both
A cave where you play with the rocks in exchange for milk
It is quite close, three mountains away so there’s no reason to be sloths
So they made way, arrived, humped, and taste its overflowing milk
“Oh mighty!” One of the dwarves exclaim, milk on his beard
Dastardly children follows suit but the play are done by the adults
They drink the milk, sweetness washes and seared
Wide star glowing eyes want more and more until they bring back bulk
News cart away across the dwarven kingdom
Of a cave where you play for the mysterious milk
This knowledge soon passes down as wisdom
And dwarven men fill their market schedule in working the rocks for its priced milk
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