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a story poem for the storypoem contest. |
I see a fairy in green she comes from the land unseen from over the mountain she ran she's come to take a stand she shows magic when she walks she shows magic when she talks creative is she, and in love with he all of the masters know she knows the way to go with a tiny heart she can tare you apart and not think twice about it. is she a fairy or is she a witch I do not know but she gives me an itch. I will not fear for she will come here but I shall flee from the face of she. because of her I am scared. |