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My Imagination |
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My Imagination |
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To go to my
favourite place, I don't need to run anywhere. I don't have to wash my face, Brush my teeth, or do my hair! I go to this place every night and day; A good place to sit and think. I could relax, or go and play, But not much in my world would be pink! It's my special place; Where I can have fun. Explore up in space, Or bake a cinnamon bun! Cook up a batch of creativity; Drain out the sea of hatred and dread. Think up a brand new activity, Or just listen to the turning wheels in my head! Imagine yourself in my little world; Look all around, what do you see? Everything through your eye is swirled, For this special place belongs to me. No one can tell me what to do; Correct my wrong from right. Find a tunnel; run right through, Follow curiosity's light! |
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This page was last updated on June 28, 2003 by the KIWW Webmaster. |
