There is a heart hidden deep within That believes in Santa and fairies and sprites And the love of treelings and hobbits and mice Sprinkled with stardust who turn into men And glens biding merrily under the boughs of old oakes and young yews With dragons aflame and knights wielding lance and wizards... Sign in to see full entry.
Of turnips, caterpillars and kings:
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Little poems; how to lick a rainbow, the sky wept, sun peeking,lanterns. . . by Mamajoy. Can I write a poem a day? Hmmmm.
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