Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it
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Would prefer something hopeful and rhyming but will gladly accept anything I get. (assuming I'm not too late)
Hope all is well. Would love to try to hang out outside of Baycon sometime.
Love Ya
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And magic's in the air.
Now light a hopeful spark, my love,
And swear you find me fair.
For all that's good and all that's fine
Are ours and ours alone.
Now take me to the columbine,
And make of me your own.
The night is deep and true, my love,
And time is standing still.
I swear there's only you, my love,
My heart beneath the hill...
For all that's bright and all that's best
Are ours and ours alone.
Now come and join me, take your rest,
In halls of summer stone.
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