A place where gremlins dread,

And only the light-hearted can tread.

A home to the wild yet content folk.

But will disappear at midnight's stroke.

The endless chatter and silly whispers,

Are equally important as long whiskers.

For there are no strict rules to find it home,

Except to stay pure to your soul and pure to the loam.

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Hey I wrote a poem, and I didn't even know what gremlins were until the word popped in my head, so if this poem makes no sense, just tell me and ill try to edit it(for that's all I can do now🤷‍♀️)