richardg

By richardg

Beneath the pines.

Beneath the tall and lanky pine trees
Is a magical place where the light is dim
It's far away from the bustle of town
And away from the noise of man's machines
The fairies have houses with spots on the roof
Which can push up through the litter of needles
We talk in whispers about what we see
And never tell anyone,of the secrets we share.

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