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Maybe Faerie Godmothers House
No one knew where Faerie Godmother lived, but we had our suspicions.
About a lady down the road whose taffeta skirts were always squish’n.
Pearls and whistles are on her clothes and she saunters when she moves.
There was a special essence about her, she was in a faerie kind of grove.
If you saw the house, you might also peg her as a likely suspect.
Her house was done up in doily and swirls, never circumspect.
There was an ambiance about it that made you think magic was about.
I try to follow her and see what she is doing when she ventures out.
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Caren Krutsinger
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