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Fantasy
by: J. M. Lynch Fantasy, crossing boundries of boing reality, letting me soar through my deepest desires. Oh! how great it would be to fly on the wings of a dragon, How exiting to embark on a perilous quest. Fantasy, fufilling my wishes and dreams where anything can happen. I could have wings to fly, or life and beauty everlasting like the elves. or I could be wise as a wizard or as strong as a warrior, or knight. I could be the hero, and save the world. Fantasy, the kind of things, and places that only exist in my dreams, where I learn magic with Harry Potter, I would be great they would say, an exellent witch! Or I would journey with Frodo and friends, to the most perilous lands in Middle-Earth. I would be an elf, a great fighter so brave, but most of all I would be loyal and true to my friends. Fantasy lets me dream anything, no matter how wild, or how strange.
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