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Adventurer Girl

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This poem was in response to the following intriguing #writingdare set by Story Bandit (@storybandit) on Twitter: 
"Write a 49-word poem, using the words: adventurer, nightstand, skewers, graves". 


Every night
She is an adventurer.
Leaping over the nightstand
And plunging into a chaos
Of her choosing.
In her weaponry:
Daggers, skewers,
Witty retorts, wry smiles. 
She battles across
Groves, Graves, Grievances
With skill and laughter.
Until she wakes in the morning
Mild and meek
Ready for work. 

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