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The Magic Of Dusky Meadows.
Way down in Dusky Meadow, a small woodland on the edge of town.
Where all the woodland critters would gather for miles around.
There were rabbits, hares and hedgehogs, badgers and bull frog toads
birds of many species and insects by the loads.
They call it Dusky Meadows as the sun rays through the trees cascade,
to form the magic shadows of splendid rainbows.
Where colours made, of pinks and blues and palest greens and yellows
are displayed.
As Murph the funniest Goblin begins his big parade.
And all the critters gathered, settle down to enjoy Murph's little show.
All gathered in the core of Dusky Meadows where the prettiest flowers grow.
So Murph our little Goblin entertains with his magic so profound
then as night time falls and brown owl calls,
they all vanish underground.
Copyright © Patricia Lawton | Year Posted 2017
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