This poem is a lipogram - there are no E's.
Cunning and tricky for a youth of today I was a fool to fall for your playful way I should cut my visit but I don’t know how. For your furious apology is a startlingly wow. Quit looking at pink stars with obvious full fair. You are notoriously vain, this I can share. I should run from the hills, saving my soul too. But alas I am prowling and howling joy for you. Wolf in your mind with dainty magic caravan. I am your minion, flapping in the sunlight of flair. Sizzling for your touch, sparkling for you, my man. My zippy happy magi, luring my soul back to your lair. Written 7-11-2020 Contest Lipogram Sponsor Emile Pinet
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