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Imagination takes me to
A place beyond all time,
A place where I can conquer all,
And always come out fine.
Some think it’s such a waste of time,
For me it really works,
I love to spend my time out there
Where good and evil lurks.
Imagination, is it real,
Or is it all made up?
So, is the cup half full or dry,
Or is it just a cup?
I see things as they ought to be,
And not just how they are,
They say this thinking goes nowhere,
I think it goes quite far.
For when I see God's coloured bow,
I see the pot of gold,
And though I see the Lily Pad,
I never see the toad.
Imagination’s part of me,
At times it’s very real,
And that is why I pen these lines,
I write just what I feel.
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