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I glide on my pencil
Across the paper Filling the emptiness With kittens purring And dragons flying Unicorns dance ‘Mid showering flowers lovers stroll ‘neath ancient bowers Maidens may even be Stranded in towers Happiness, sadness, Rage and hate Fill the page Like an empty plate, Plates full of biscuits, And pots of tea, And delights for You and me On my magic carpet I ride whenever And wherever My imagination can fly.
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