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Where the Fairies Hide
In the dreary weary heat I crawled Burrowing deep within a thickety bush To saw and cut and clip away the growth That had long formed a formless cloud of green
There might be little elves or fairies, I hoped Long hidden away among broken bits of pots In a childhood world of secrets and dreams Among dappled shadows dizzying me
I thought I heard soft giggles and soft feet But maybe it was only the dreary weary heat