A Word About Fairies
I tip my hat to the wonderful fairies,
for I believe I have seen one, once.
Years ago in a friend of mine's garden,
he had a small patch for vegetables.
One day I was walking by his house,
and there in his garden stood a fairy.
She was about a foot and a half tall,
with a soft ethereal light yellow glow.
I guess not surprisingly wings as well,
that reached up well above her head.
With a fashion model's face and figure,
she was standing up on her tiptoes.
I felt like I was dreaming, walking by,
as if it was an everyday occurrence.
Maybe she had to put a spell on me,
for I am still waiting to see her again.
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