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Poem:

(Fantastic)

Behind a Gumdrop mountain,

Or across the silver streams,

I drop that every whisper hurt,

In high and mighty dreams,

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Upon a winged horse,

With Elves a dearest friend,

I charge along adventure,

To find a mythic end,

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All words so deeply written,

A binding novel tight,

I play a Tolkien story,

And lose obsessive sight,

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Yet even in fantastic,

Such dreams a longed for true,

Your loss is fresh as ever,

And I can’t forget you.

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