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I come from A land of oak trees, Kicking at concrete mushrooms, Watering cans, passion flowers, Climbing up the castle walls. I come from Water where, There once was an ugly duckling, Now a rubber duck, Swimming on the ripples of a king sized duvet, Sailing on sofa boats, Protecting a pillow fortress. I come from A floor of molten lava, Flying up up upwards Umbrella grabbed tightly, To the twinkle twinkle glow-in-the-dark stars, Practically perfect in every way, Thinning my way to heaven. I come from The constant echo of fire trucks, We duel with sticks of light, Until the dictator sends us to bed. I come from A world where Trains with smiley faces Conduct our means of transport, Powered independently. I come from A body of television screens, Antennae on our heads. I come from Consumers Of the bite Of the Apple.
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
I come from
I come from A land of oak trees, Kicking at concrete mushrooms, Watering cans, passion flowers, Climbing up the castle walls. I come from Water where, There once was an ugly duckling, Now a rubber duck, Swimming on the ripples of a king sized duvet, Sailing on sofa boats, Protecting a pillow fortress. I come from A floor of molten lava, Flying up up upwards Umbrella grabbed tightly, To the twinkle twinkle glow-in-the-dark stars, Practically perfect in every way, Thinning my way to heaven. I come from The constant echo of fire trucks, We duel with sticks of light, Until the dictator sends us to bed. I come from A world where Trains with smiley faces Conduct our means of transport, Powered independently. I come from A body of television screens, Antennae on our heads. I come from Consumers Of the bite Of the Apple.
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ScarletLetters
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
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