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TICKLING THE FANCY OF THE FAIRIES
Quietly the grass whispers the secrets
Tickling the fancy of the fairies.
Sounds echo across the mossy mat
As dormant creatures arise
Dark in the tall green grass
Whispers are heard through the wind
Lightly touching with their blades
What they hear are welcome mats
From green fingers within
Gently touching the pleasure pads
Of lowly creatures bare
Making there way to better places
Comfort is waiting there.
