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Come, read me a poem that will carry me far

      On the wings of imaginary flight;

That will transport my mind to a fanciful world,

     On the soft gentle breeze of the night.

 

Come read me a poem of magical lands,

     Where the fairies *cavort in the sun,

Where dragons and unicorns – creatures unreal –

     Come to life, frisk around and have fun.

 

Come read me a poem to lull me to sleep

     With a voice that’s melodic and sweet.

On the wings of your poem I’ll drift far away

     Now that my day is complete.

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* cavort:  

1. to prance or caper about.

2. to behave in a high-spirited, festive manner; have a lively good time

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(What a very pretty word to learn.  I expect that you all do some cavorting don't you?  I did, though less now that I am a granny and getting old, sadly.)  Do learn this word.  Josie 

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