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It must have been a good place to inspire such thought. Maybe something magical happened there before that still lingers. 
posted by
mariss9
on September 3, 2012 at 9:53 PM
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UtahJay
%Nice imagery and appeal to the senses Jay love. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on September 2, 2012 at 11:16 AM
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actually by the time the poem was written, you needed to change the title..
you are one of mine....you believe in faeries...you are just coming to realize that you have the time now to re-commune with the wonder of it all. Those fleeting signs and smells and sightings...the magic in our world.
Just lovely Jay.
posted by
Kabu
on September 2, 2012 at 9:45 AM
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I wonder if that goose will be found.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on September 2, 2012 at 9:26 AM
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You're right - fairies and golden eggs go in the same basket.....the one the elves wove by unravelling a shining star and braiding it with sweet, young blades that grow on the banks of the Magic Ripple River....
posted by
adnohr
on September 2, 2012 at 5:52 AM
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You're right - there's a special smell to freshly turned soil that
can make you think anything's possible. It's the mystery of growth. Nice about the fence and sunlight, too.
posted by
2902
on September 2, 2012 at 4:33 AM
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consider these changes utah: Worn, whittled with chipped paint
delete you see off of Ever so briefly
love it but it is contradictory but i think you did that on purpose.....i wonder how many will notice?
posted by
Annicita
on September 2, 2012 at 4:24 AM
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Actually Tapps and CC, I think the poem itself proves me wrong. If I search for golden eggs...I must believe.
posted by
UtahJay
on September 2, 2012 at 12:33 AM
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Well being a wizard young Jay I should disapprove of your poem, but sadly it is like all things some would rather believe in ghosts which very often must be a manifestation of one's own imagination. I saw a large brown animal passed by me only yesterday, but I knew it was not real it belong to fairyland. I like the poem though so you are forgiven.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 2, 2012 at 12:09 AM
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I don't either, but it's fun to think on it.
In fact, I'd like to be proven wrong about some of the wee folk some day.
posted by
TAPS.
on September 1, 2012 at 11:11 PM
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