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My Land
I want to imagine a land of my own
Perhaps it is because I am old.
I want there to be trees and a garden.
But I will not be the gardener.
I want to believe in fairies and trolls
And nymphs and dryads and sprites.
And all other make-believe things.
In my land they’re as real as me.
I want to pretend that I haven’t a care
And that I can be king of my world
And the fairies and I will sing and fly
And discover more people like me.
I want to dress in cobwebs and dew
And fashion a crown from a leaf
And in my finest attire will promenade
Because that is what a king must do.
