Pathfinder Poems

There was a young Oregon master,
who set up a gnome as a caster
of spells that would keep
us from falling asleep.
Now nobody wants to play faster.

(Limerick)

Thanksgiving brings us
together for Pathfinder
while chill Fall’s outside.

(Haiku)

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