Magical Mud
First, build a big castle,
sculpting turrets like pros.
Mounding, turning, and working that dirt
with hands deft and facile,
dampening with the hose,
squished through fingers, a warm oozing squirt.
Together, thus, they played,
delighting, questing went
to faraway lands, magical mud,
imagining they payed
with rocks for gold they spent,
buying and selling fresh dragon’s blood.
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A 'Blood Quill' of two stanzas, 6a:6b:9c:6a:6b:9c and 6d:6e:9f:6d:6e:9f
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