The poem, written at the Poetry Improvisation Game at the Spire of Meetings, received word to use was "Lady".
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I sit in tavern, noisy one.
Which goblet am I drinking?
The sun goes down, day is done...
About her I'm thinking.
The Lady enters, full of grace,
And walks among the drunkards.
Can't get my eyes off faultless face...
Alas, I am below her standards.
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