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When you list upon a star, out upon a midnight green
dwarf star,
A fairy uses some mint to get the cotton out of her
nails,
Then monsters have candy to add to balloons against
our sweet galaxy;
Delicious treaties are firm to sign on with wet
feathers,
So when your shoe is pie by letters in the name of
guilty chemistry,
Rich hammers are little wind below those open sea
levels to wild pigs,
Before this played hand on a sunken ship brings it
back to kind Martians:
My unidentified gift as I’m passing away to savory
ports,
Wisdom in my dialect to your eternal ideas of fun
sizes,
The ghost’s hero with that informal toy about happy
holidays to dead years,
Shattered routines we drift from like a new cast on
poor dreams;
Magnifying taste over washed skin is the hot shower in
rainbow’s end,
As closeness of our traits repeals the open end of
love at marked lands,
Happily, ever after work on a break for cooking time
to dry meals,
While a witch paints the sky to trolls as forms of
bright labor.
*This is a fictional poem about a place that’s either
like Toy Land or Candy Land, although there’s mostly yummy treats and cast
spells of fireworks. To read this poem,
the reader needs to be familiar of movies like “Sword of the Stone” and songs
like “Puff the Magic Dragon”. The idea
of silent thought can be pedantic, so be wild with this reading! Television has been so pervasive in people’s
lives that some unfortunate folks have forgotten what communication is supposed
to be. Enjoy, be blessed!
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