Dreaming
My hair is a big rat's
nest filled with tangles
My eyes are soft geen lilypads
floating on the water
My legs are long
and run fast
My brain is a planet
of fairytails and imagination
My heart holds happy
memories of friendship
That are as orange as
brilliant sunlight
I live in a peaceful valley
where mockingbirds aren't permitted
and eat sweet fruit from
the ripe vine
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