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The witching hour is drawing nigh;
Strange things are flying through the sky;
It makes it harder for the fairies you know;
To travel to the gardens to and fro;
They almost lose their water cans;
As they are so heavy in their tiny hands;
But somehow the manage to keep hold;
While watching for critters and some gold;
Maybe a gem , or just a smile;
As they fly on another mile;
Across the ocean, lakes and land;
Always ready to lend a hand.
Written by Patricia Carrick .
Have a great week head. Stay safe.

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I saw a little Butterfly,
She danced along my lane,
and as she passed me by,
She fluttered out your name.
She said you must not worry,
She gives you peace of mind,
and as she left she softly spoke,
LIFE WILL BE JUST FINE.
As I watched her fly away - a feather floated down,
For a dove had landed on a tree - then glided to the ground.
He sings a little whistle,
to fill your heart with love.
He want' me to remind you
of his precious little song,
and if you know someone who needs it,
then pass this message along.

sprinkles if due, if not, just saying hello and thank you for your visit :)