Isildur's Heir, Arwen's Hair
3. The Most Frightening Thing
That I would rather be struck by fiery, red, brimming lightening
To force me to take a bath!
And if I finally do get clean,
Then I stumble upon the scene
The rest of this poem was scratched out by my extremely angry foster-father when he came into the room. I believe I will never write it again . . . (since he is watching me write this)
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