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Toy cars
Cosy lights and small toy cars.
Chasing baddies under the bed clothes by torchlight for the moon and the stars.
Creating people and places and crimes.
Creating heros and villains with no pennies or dimes.
Finding beauty that you cannot find the words to describe.
Sunlight through tree shadow cut by a bird taking flight.
Mist like magic under the dawn of a new day.
Fields of miles to explore and conquer in the innocence of play.
Dreams that weren’t broken by the reality of life.
Eyes wide with wonder in soft faces of warm light.
Laughter and joy chasing the sun.
The days when we could dream of being anything or anyone.
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A Yorkshire Poet
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