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Lucky For My Mind

Lisbeth was a gorgeous oak tree faerie, pretty, light and airy. The seventh faerie of the seventh faerie of the seventh faerie We brought her acorns and tumblers of autumn mojo. She loved everything we gave to her and often told us so. She may be the best oak faerie we have had in this forest fair. This was said by a smitten squirrel who stopped to stare. She won’t bite said a bullfrog, who was trying to get his own peek. Oak tree faerie handed them both an ice cream treat, shiny and sleek.

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Date: 3/29/2023 5:07:00 PM
lovely, i appreciate fairy tale ? thanks for sharing yann
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