A Magical Journey
"Dreamland can be a great place to live." By Poet
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand,
Rolling them over and over and over,
Leaving this reality behind, far behind.
These three rocks are making music like a band,
one is painted with a yellow clover,
if I look closer what will I find?
A magical journey I will take,
before I must awake.
The three magic rocks I found,
were deep underground,
now I am feeling spellbound.
All reality is now gone,
I must wake before dawn.
If I don't,
then I will be on my own.
The magic rock band is playing loud,
under the sky with just one cloud.
The sun is coming up over the foothills,
this night has been filled with thrills.
My dear no more yellow clover tea,
never before bedtime is the magical key.
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