Don’t go to sleep
Open your eyes
Gold is falling from the sky
Pick a penny
Pick a dollar
You can sip of the nectar
But beware not to swallow
In my head I’m hearing this as a fairies’ chant
Don’t go to sleep
Open your eyes
Gold is falling from the sky
Pick a penny
Pick a dollar
You can sip of the nectar
But beware not to swallow
In my head I’m hearing this as a fairies’ chant
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Beautiful written
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Thank you. Sometimes it happens. 🥰🥰🥰
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Love your poem, Crispina!
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Thank you, Nancy 🥰🥰🥰
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in my head I am hearing dollar and swallow rhyme! heheheheh
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Yep, they do…at least the way I say them, they do!
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Love this poem 💛
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Thank you. Broom, for me, is the golden memory of childhood spring
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Sweet poem 💛💛💛
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Thank you. Broom always bring me memories of childhood. We had lots of it growing where I lived
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Sounds like a fairy chant! Love it.
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My intent! Thank you 🙏💛💛💛
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Success! 🧚♀️
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Love this!! 💚💚
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Thank you 💛💛💛
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