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Aug 31, 2009
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Fantasy Morning
Bright droplets of dew upon the green grass
The sun reflecting down to make tiny rainbows across the field
Lilly fairies awake yawning,strecthing ,rubbing their eyes with tiny fist.
Look! The knomes are emerging for their morning chores!
They are busy, there is honey to be collected and water to draw.
The mermaids are bathing in the cool river water giggling and splashing.
If you look closely at those butterflies you will see they arent butterflies at all
No the are pixies! The most beautiful pixies you have ever seen.
Watch out for them though, do not let their beauty decieve you,
They are naughty! They wil pinch your nose and take off laughing hysterically.
Don't think you will catch those unicorns, with the long flowing manes.
No, they only come to maidens, everyone knows that.
You can watch them prance though, they like that.
Unicorns are vain creatures, they know they are beautiful.
Down deep in the cavern, is a massive blue jeweled body,
with puffs of smoke coming from his nostrils.
Never fear! he will be asleep for days, he is stuff full of that last villiage he raided.
Greedy things, dragons!
The sun reflecting down to make tiny rainbows across the field
Lilly fairies awake yawning,strecthing ,rubbing their eyes with tiny fist.
Look! The knomes are emerging for their morning chores!
They are busy, there is honey to be collected and water to draw.
The mermaids are bathing in the cool river water giggling and splashing.
If you look closely at those butterflies you will see they arent butterflies at all
No the are pixies! The most beautiful pixies you have ever seen.
Watch out for them though, do not let their beauty decieve you,
They are naughty! They wil pinch your nose and take off laughing hysterically.
Don't think you will catch those unicorns, with the long flowing manes.
No, they only come to maidens, everyone knows that.
You can watch them prance though, they like that.
Unicorns are vain creatures, they know they are beautiful.
Down deep in the cavern, is a massive blue jeweled body,
with puffs of smoke coming from his nostrils.
Never fear! he will be asleep for days, he is stuff full of that last villiage he raided.
Greedy things, dragons!
— greeneyes, Aug 31, 2009
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lyz
16 years 9 months ago
Every childs dream.
greeneyes
16 years 9 months ago
thank you
believe
16 years 9 months ago
Imagination like my own
Seren
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Elizabeth
greeneyes
16 years 9 months ago
jayne
Candlewitch
16 years 9 months ago
Elizabeth