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I picked it in a forest in the Northern Frozen Woods
deep inside a twisted maze where there wasn't much good.
There was a Druidic Necromancer. We had a little bout.
I beheld this pretty botany and warped my butt out.
The flower has the power to grant teleportation
the only rule is I don't get to pick the destination.
I always end up somewhere I have never been before
and if I don't like where I am, I just pinch the flower more.
I've been to the tops of mountains and swiped some climber's flags.
I've been inside of treasure vaults wishing I had brought some bags.
One time I almost wound up getting crushed to mush and ground up
when I popped up in a mudslide and promptly almost drowned, but
I'm quick to tickle petals and find another place to be.
It's hard to stick around, when I'm gone too easily.
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