Thread: The Three Word Game!
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the wind blowing
through columns of
smoke rising from
the dust bins
made of mithril
in Moria by
the Balrog who
ate all of
his porridge, though
it was cold
never sat eyes
on a chicken
salad sandwich with
ham since it
ran faster than
a speeding ostrich
without any sand
in his shoes
without the real
sandwich spread called
Spam-a-lot’, made from
Germany where all
the ingredients came
and went to
the marked in
an old cart
with square wheels
and high windows
None dared to
drive that cart
over rough roads
or narrow bridges
to make it
home before dark
when creepy things
began to happen
over in Bywater
like when Sandyman
came crawling towards
the door of
the house belonging
to Lobelia Sackville-Baggins
whose spoons were
stolen from Bilbo
when he went
on his journey
to Home Depot
to get some
lembas, elvin rope,
some invisible paint,
