Poem -
Grass Magick
I remember child games
When the world was big
And I was small
I remember the names
of all my imaginary friends
I remember the way
that everything was grander
Wilder
Where a stick was a wand
And a towel was a cape
That allowed me to fly
And the tune created by
Blowing on grass
Was great magic
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