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 Faerie Life

My, but I, would love to touch,

The hand of a faerie very much,

For if I did I'm sure I might,

End up in faerieland tonight.
 

In faerie dell amongst the flowers,

Where tiny creatures gad about,

In motor cars made with sparks,

From ring-pull tags and bottle tops.
 

Oh make-believe please come take me,

I want no more real life you see,

I'm tired of taxes, rules and creeds,

A faerie life's the life for me.
 

© Joseph G Dawson