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Fantasy
Contributed by
brew
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Friday, 23rd July 2004 @ 08:41:41 PM in AEST
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fantasy
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Lions , tigers and bears..........Oh my!
Yes , its to a land of wizardry
Its the land of a yellow brick road to see, and a scarecrow thats made of straw indeed
To the Tin man, who wants a heart, but has to wonder if there is a start!
And alas there is Dorothy, who never meant to be....but a little girl in the need of glee
Her doggie thats named Toto, made her see.....You can not be selfish or stray a free
They eneded up on a adventure, and back in time
Off to a land of little, and smiles
The wicked witch showed them the way, but made her wish she was back in the day!
Do not regret what one may have, because it could be told they will become sad........
Take each day one at a time, and all that is needed will become fine...........
Just a writing, of what we have is not as bad as most perceive..........Take in all, and it can come true!
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brew
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Re: Fantasy
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 23rd July 2004 @ 09:13:02 PM AEST
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I am just in a humorous mood today, and thanks for yet another smile! :::::smiles:::::
Angel always....joni |
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Re: Fantasy
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 23rd July 2004 @ 09:20:00 PM AEST
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Interesting write here and a fairly deep look at life.
Rita |
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Re: Fantasy
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by AspenGlow on
Saturday, 24th July 2004 @ 05:02:34 AM AEST
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That's what we all call life on this yellow bricked road. Some skip, some hop, some run like the wind, and some of us merely stroll, to take the time to see the sights, and smell the flowers along the way. Carve our name in a tree or two, to let all know we were by you see...on our way to Oz.
I like the way you think and write, it's always really out of sight.
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