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Placeholder| right| 300px]]Lallafa was a poet who wrote what are widely regarded throughout the [[Milky Way (galaxy)|Milky Way]] [[galaxy]] as being the finest poems in existence, the [[Songs of the Long Land]]. They are/were unspeakably wonderful. That is to say, you couldn't speak very much of them at once without being so overcome with emotion, truth and a sense of wholeness and oneness of things that you wouldn't pretty soon need a brisk walk round the block, possibly pausing at a bar on the way back for a quick glass of perspective and soda. They were that good.
Lallafa had lived in the forests of the [[Long Lands of Effa]]. He lived there, and he wrote his poems there. He wrote them on pages made of dried [[habra]] leaves, without the benefit of education or correcting fluid. He wrote about the light in the forest and what he thought about that. He wrote about the darkness in the forest, and what he thought about that. He wrote about the girl who had left him and precisely what he thought about that.