This is the last one from the first poetry packet I completed in Creative Writing.

Pixy Dust
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Leaping, soaring, flying,
Oh how thrilling!

Above the towers tall,
I hope I don’t fall!

I’d heard of this before,
But I’d summed it up to fairy lore.

I mean, I had faith, and trust,
But where is one to find pixy dust?

I took a look
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Another one! Wooo!

The Elven Lass
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Gaze upon the Elven lass,
Her hair fine as gold thread,
Her cheeks a rosy red.

Gaze upon the Elven lass,
But make not a sound
For fear will make her bound.

Gaze upon the Elven lass
As her laughter rings true
And spreads a blanket of dew.

Gaze upon the Elven lass
When she lies down to sleep.
Do not make a peep!

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