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The Magic of ChildhoodCome my child join me in the realm of magic Where you may safely harbor your dreams And for a time stay knotted to the apron strings of childhood. I will place guards at the gates of your childhood So that you will be free to find your own special magic For grammy is a weaver of children's dreams. Your fantasies will come to life in your dreams As we paint colorful memories of your childhood And make those days come alive with magic. Magic is made real through the dreams of childhood. Copyright © by Michelle. Style: Tritina Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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