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The Miller was a fellow of sixteen stone,
A great brave fellow big in solid and well-developed muscles and bone.
And he used his muscles well, because he could go
And win a male sheep at any wrestling show.
Large in expanse, covered in knots and short-shouldered, he would express pride in himself
He could lift any door of hinge and stick it in the ground,
Or run towards the door and break it with his head.
His beard was red, like any sow or fox, was red
And large in expanse as well, but still it were in a shape of a spade;
And, the tip of his nose is what displayed
A hard rough skin growth on which there stood a short cluster of hair
Red as the stiff hair in an old female hog's ear.
His nostrils were black and they were wide
He had a sword and a shield at his side,
His mouth was big as the enclosed heating chamber's door.
An argumentative and a foolish person, he had a store
Of tavern stories, very dirty in the main.
He was very good in stealing grain
He could......

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