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FREDRICKFRED

Imagination
Pegged out ghosts in the garden
Dance on the breeze
The sails of a pirate ship
Heavens breath
Fills the billowing sheets
How much further can we go
In this inferno like heat
Will this desert never end?
Look ahead an Oasis, a bedwin tent
Don’t you dare dirty my washing
Calls out my mother’s voice
From the kitchen
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