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IMAGINATIONS
We often forget to dream.
They first start as spouts.
Accomplishments it seems,
are thought out promises.
Promises important do arise;
thinking and wondering.
One might think themselves wise,
Thinking to much deters.
Imaginations turn into dreams.
They are real, coming true.
Coming to pass with all esteem.
What is needed is faith in you.
Michaela Warren 2011
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