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When Pigs Flyn't


Reality is finite Ignorance is bliss Imagination is everything One day, pigs can fly The next day, pigs can't Levitating locomotives become spoonfuls of food Towering castles become plastic toy bricks Imaginary friends return to their invisible state Stuffed animals forget how to speak Santa Claus loses his magic Imagination becomes creativity Creativity slowly fades into logic As we grow older we lose touch of... Reality is finite Ignorance is bliss Imagination is everything
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