The ElfA Poem by oliviabushnot exactly normalAll alone and by myself I am visited by an elf
The elf is not all he seems
He knows all my dreams
He is a kind little sprite
Dressed in colors bright
He is not all you think
His hair is bright pink
Do not think me queer
It is boredom I fear
What is left to do
When no one is with you
Talk to an elf
Or kill yourself
So talk to your elf
And be yourself
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