by ⚜ Estivel » Tue Nov 02, 2010 12:36 pm
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I wish I had a unicorn,
So I could fly away.
Where fun isn’t worn,
Nor people do mourn,
This is where dreams are born.
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And if there was a place like this,
Would not it be quite grand?
To jump and play in fevered bliss,
Where no one can just stand?
I long to have a unicorn,
So I could learn to fly,
Yet dreams hold scorn
. . . . . .For hopes highborn,
. . . . . .And unicorns yet to fly. we are NOT holibombers, but we will sometimes give gifts