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This is for Cortney
On Midsummers Eve, the trees did dance
Picked up their roots, like skirts to prance
And all around the flowers watched
As fairy Kings and Queens did fly
And ragged gnomes with coats all patched
Clapped as they went gaily by
But all too soon the night was gone
And to their places, one by one
The mighty oaks, ash and sycamore trees
Came back to rest and wait the dawn
And fairies flew to sleep in flowers
All Midsummer's days long scented hours.
Doreen Eeynolds
Not easy to do one handed. Broke wrist.
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