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The Little folk
At the end of the garden,by the big old oak
Hidden away from inquisitve eyes,
Is a dwelling place for the little folk
usually mistaken for butterflies!
The flowers grow higher, the grass much more sweet,
a soft green carpet under your feet.
It's easy to miss them, not clearly in sight,
the time they enjoy most, is quite late at night!
You see, they are cautious, and da...
Friday 8th April 2016 1:40 pm
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