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Oct 2012
A princess made of bubbles.
Flowers open to reveal
a world
where the ants congregate.

Light drips and pours                                                            ­                                                                 ­             
little rivers through trees that grow pockets, holding dust                                                             ­                 
that makes you sneeze sparkle streaks.                                                         ­                                                       

Watch out for the grass that looks too green.
It'll tickle your little feet.
The purple fields are much nicer.
As soft as the lime green grizzly who lives in the cave
made of quartz.

Lay down.                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                   
Listen to the song of                                                               ­                                                                 ­                
Kistin.                                                         ­                                                                 ­                                              
The king, the leader.                                                          ­                                                                 ­                   
The buffalo who keeps the peace                                                            ­                                                              
and keeps it all in the pretend.
Daughter
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Daughter  OLYMPIA
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