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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There once was a dragon, his name was, Little Lou. His mind in a quandary, didn’t know what to do. Dragon’s love children, this Lou wanted to teach; how and where to begin, it seemed so out of reach. Being himself, a young dragon lad; Lou knew within, his wish could be had. So up on the mountaintop, Lou did watch, little village children, playing Hopscotch. He began to think, with his young dragon brain; an idea came to him, he could barely contain. So down to the village, Lou swiftly did fly; watching the children, with bright dragon eyes. He landed beside, the fountain of Eros; and watched with caution, little Billy Beros. Billy was bouncing his little red ball; back and forth from the side of a cobbler’s store wall. Lou did approach him in a very slow manner; so slow that Billy asked, “Dragon, what is the matter?” Lou placed his head, upon the soft ground and told Billy the idea he had found. . There, in the village, near Eros great fountain; Billy and Lou began hammering and pounding. Nails into the wood that, Little Lou had collected; from their combined efforts, a playground was erected! The folks in the village were all so amazed; the playground became the village’s latest craze. Billy and Lou, were the greatest of friends; and little Lou’s love, fear it did transcend.
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