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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