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My dearest, last night
I suffered a midnight fantasy
I do not tell this story with alacrity
It was a dream
about my detested rival
The one who threatens my very survival
I awoke with a
blood-curdling scream
In my heart a pounding, fearful dream
Causing me to pass
A bubbling outpouring of gas
Enough to float a hot air balloon
Without you my life would be untuned
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| Writing Prompt |
The challenge is to write a poem that includes the words provided. Your poem can be of any type.
The words:
fantasy - rival - gas - float
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