In my imaginary place there’s things I’ve not yet told,
Like the ballerinas who dance with grace,
And the parents who never scold.
Like the pink waterfall,
The wonderful mall,
And the purple trees that never fall.
Like the orange pond that will never freeze,
Like the wonderful breeze,
That smells like strawberries.
Where cats are playful in colors of red, white, and blue,
And the humming birds hum.
Sound fun? Next time I go there I’ll take you!
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