watching the fey dance
cattails at the fishing pond
mark the hill the brownies live on
in the morning, they dance in the dew
there are many here, more than a few
macarena is danced by gnomes and faeries
elves brought back a tango from Buenos Aires
levity of morning lights mood for the afternoon
the bullfrogs are the only ones out of tune
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