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My Kinkade Cottage
I dreamed that I was moving,
and that it was moving day.
When I saw the house I was
moving in, I wanted so badly to stay.
It was a Kinkade cottage,
the kind in paintings you see.
I dreamed that Mr Kinkade,
had painted a cottage for me.
There were flowers in my garden,
lilac's and petunia's, just to name a few.
When I looked into my backyard,
he had painted me a wishing well too!
The rooms were all so cozy,
I sat by the fireplace.
If only Mr Kinkade could see,
the smile upon my face.
I woke up early this morning,
to find my cottage was gone.
I guess I'll have to settle for,
a painting, Kinkade has drawn.
My Kinkade Cottage
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