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A
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
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A
E
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
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A E
S
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
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A E S
T
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton
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A E S T
B
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
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A E S T
(I'm assuming that means no "B"?)
U
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
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A E S T B U
(Yes you are right. There wasn't a B, but I forgot to put the B in the lineup)
Autumn Feast, by chance?
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
Exactly! But participation in autumn feasts ought not to cost an arm and a leg. Your turn.