Congratulations! You have minted Myth Taken POAP #19 Thanks so much for showing up and sharing your joy! We appreciate you! And if we can add a smile to your day or tickle your funny bone that makes it even better! Here is a poem just for you! 🪶 Poem: “Laughter Rx” When shadows press too close to skin, and quiet feels too loud within, make your own full moon, my friend... bare your joy, and let it bend. A giggle’s just a spark at first, a cough of light for souls that thirst. But one bright laugh can leap the gloom, and fill ten hearts with sonic bloom. For laughter glues what logic breaks, and joy’s the bug no cure forsakes. So let the echo spin and spread... contagious hope from cheek to head. And when the road grows dim or long, flash your grin...it’s medicine strong. In laughter’s light, we all confess: the joke’s on pain...and thank goodness. 🕯️ Shared joy is infectious...dose generously.

Congratulations! You just minted the Myth Taken #18 POAP! Our thank you for being a wonderful listener to our show! We hope you get many treats this Halloween! And be kind with your tricks... Have fun and remember to tell a good ghost story if you can! So here is a poem for you... because without you... there is no BOO! 🎃 Together We Make a Better Boo Under the moon’s soft silver hue, Three shadows stirred the evening brew. A witch, a wolf, a vampire too... Each whispered, “Let’s improve our Boo!” They tossed in stars, a ghostly tune, A laugh that echoed past the moon. The cauldron bubbled, purple true, And spelled a glowing, giggling “BOO!” The cat cried “Meow!”, the bats all flew, The ghosts rose up to join the crew. For spooky fun takes more than two... It takes all of us to make a better Boo!

Congratulations! You have just minted lucky POAP #13 in the Myth Taken series for being such a great listener! Your support is appreciated by us so much! Thank you for being so awesome! Enjoy the art and the poem too! The Carnival That Found Me 🎡✨ When daylight fades and shadows fall, The carnival whispers, it beckons us all. Lanterns ignite with a flicker and flare, Painting the night with colors rare. The air is sugared, spun with delight, Popcorn and candied apples in sight. Smoke from the grills, a cinnamon breeze, The perfume of wonder drifts through the trees. Laughter rolls where the midway bends, Each corner a secret the twilight defends. The Ferris wheel hums, the calliope sings, And time itself dances on painted swings. Why do we love it, why do we stay? Because the carnival steals the gray. In every light, in every sound, A piece of lost childhood is suddenly found. So let the gates open, let mystery start, The carnival waits in the dark of the heart. It finds you wandering, it knows your name... And nothing you see will ever be the same.