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Part 3- THE LOURDE AND THE LADEE AND THE MAGIKAL FOREST OF ODE'

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Part 3- THE LOURDE AND THE LADEE AND THE MAGIKAL FOREST OF ODE'

I know ye’ believe in faeries and elves 
Ye' must believe like ye’ believe in ye’ self 
Ye' must believe in magik, for it truly does exist 
Search thru forests and trees and the mysterious mist  
Once upon a time in the Enchanted Forest of Ode’ 
Many mysterious magikal Seeds were sown 
Seeds of enchantment, mystik' charms and magik' stones 
Steeped in the mystikal' magik' of love and lore 
Ye’ muste’ keep ye’ eyes open... 
                  There will be more! 
  
Some night the Sandman may whisk ye’ away 
To our mysterious lands of mythikal' magik'
 Guess what? ... 
Ye' just might want to stay!   

In the quiet still dusks of morn’... ye’ can hear the whole world whispering. The shy, green grasses making love with the early, morning moisture of the dew.
                         Shhhh.... 
                          listen... 
Everything there is to hear is in the heart of magikal' hidden things  
*¸.•'´¯)*¸.•'´¯)*¸.•'´¯)*¸.•'´¯)*¸.•'´¯)                           

 I know ye’ believe in faeries' and elves 
Ye' must believe like ye’ believe in ye’ self 
Ye' must believe in magik, for it truly does exist 
Search thru forests and trees and mysterious mist  
Once upon a time in the Enchanted Forest of  Ode’ 
Many mysterious magikal Seeds were sown 
Seeds of enchantment, mystik' charms and magik' stones 
Steeped in the mystikal' magik' of love and lore 
Ye’ muste’ keep ye’ eyes open... 
                  There will be more! 
  
Some night the Sandman may whisk ye’ away 
To our mysterious lands of mythikal' magik'
 Guess what? ... 
Ye' just might want to stay!      
    
In the quiet still dusks of morn’... ye’ can hear the whole world whispering. The shy, greene' grasses making love with the early, morning moisture of the dew. 
                         Shhhh.... 
                          listen... 
Everything there is to hear is in the heart of  hidden things  
 
*'´¯) Must do's for the magikal' kingdom of faeries' and elves*¸.'´¯) 

Ye’ must always look for four leaf clovers                
Ye’ must always say “Bless ye” after someone sneezes        
Ye’ must always sing “Mr. Sandman Bring Me a Dream”, before ye’ lay thee head down to sleep 
Ye muste’ always, always put your pulled teeth under ye’ pillow, so our Tooth Faerie will leave thee some coins
P.S That way ye’ shall never be without gold

**Robert Louis Stevenson said..."every child can remember laying his head in the grass, staring into the infinitesimal forest and seeing it grow populous with fairy armies ..."


Blessings and Peace to all.
*¸.•'´¯) Luv' N' Hugs... Anne P Murray
 

 
 

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