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May 2020
While I was wandering
lost in the cold
A little blue fairy
flew up and spoke to me:

"There may be danger
in a heart made of stone"

"Yes, I know I replied
Weird sounds
Have been floating around
in my thoughts all day”

"I really don't know
What may be found".
"Perhaps the ghost of my hope
Has been living underground".

"Yes, says the fairy
weird creatures those,
I've lately seen them creeping
through darkness all alone"

And with that warning
the fairy flew away.
Written by
Ron
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     Mark S and MS Anjaan
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