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As night begins to raise its head
And tired children go to bed -
There’s a wondrous secret hidden place that I like going to
And if you’re very good my sweet I’ll share this place with you -
There’s a place deep in the forest where no one ever goes
It’s hidden by the pine trees where the briar thicket grows -
Deep within the mountains capped with ice and snow
Lies a hidden place among the rocks where only wee folk go -
The sun is slowly fading as it sinks into the west
And now it’s time for all the little sleepy heads to rest -
Far beyond the sunset through valleys d19 lines, 57 comments, on Jan 15 3:44 PM 2004. In Fantasy
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When the fairy folk come out to play on a starry summer night</FONT
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His golden hair flows long and free behind his pointed ears
A bow within his mighty arms he knows no earthly fears18 lines, 21 comments, on Apr 4 3:03 AM 2004. In Fantasy -
There’s a path leading by the meadow across a shady glen
Where the pine trees grow so tall and thick that sunlight can’t get in -
Within the dark enchanted woods live strange and wondrous things
Hidden from the eyes of men where the Moonseed thickly clings -
There is a place below the ground
Where you can hear a tapping sound -
There’s a place deep in the woodlands that’s known as Fairy Glen
It’s shrouded in a mystic fog so no one ventures in -
On the rising of the harvest moon there’s magic in the air
And if you go down by the woods there’s something happening there -
The Old Man of the Sea
Is long said to be47 lines, 36 comments, on May 7 1:03 PM 2004. In Fantasy -
While sailing out on morning’s tide
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In the dark wooded glen there live strange little men
No one ever goes near out of worry and fear -
Down beside Persimmon Creek that flows past Whistler’s mill
There used to be a little bridge that may be standing still -
Within the town of Rhondelleigh on Poppillary Street
There lives a little cobbler that is know as Stardust Pete -
In our cryogenic chambers, we awaken from our sleep
The only way we could survive a trip so dark and deep39 lines, 34 comments, on Aug 23 10:25 AM 2004. In Fantasy -
Down the road of imagination, my mind will often stray
Where anyone who’s young at heart can watch the fairies play -
There’s a place in the caverns deep
That I will go to in my sleep -
Draped in floral tapestry is a paradise delight
Surrounded by a blue lagoon and hidden out of sight -
Out of the cool and salty brine
In gowns of water soft and fine -
In the still and dark of night she spreads her silvery wings
Then drifts across the starlit skies as wistfully she sings -
When purple twilight starts to fallThe nightingale begins to callAnd as its song it gently singsA wondrous sight it always bringsSoftly thr34 lines, 185 comments, on Apr 30 10:20 PM 2005. In Fantasy
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On star filled nights as ripples break
She rises from beneath the lake47 lines, 93 comments, on Feb 27 1:47 PM 2006. In Fantasy
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The sun is slowly fading as it sinks into the west
And now it’s time for all the little sleepy heads to rest -
There’s a wondrous secret hidden place that I like going to
And if you’re very good my sweet I’ll share this place with you -
There’s a place deep in the forest where no one ever goes
It’s hidden by the pine trees where the briar thicket grows -
Far beyond the sunset through valleys d19 lines, 57 comments, on Jan 15 3:44 PM 2004. In Fantasy
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Deep within the mountains capped with ice and snow
Lies a hidden place among the rocks where only wee folk go -
As night begins to raise its head
And tired children go to bed -
There’s a place deep in the woodlands that’s known as Fairy Glen
It’s shrouded in a mystic fog so no one ventures in -
His golden hair flows long and free behind his pointed ears
A bow within his mighty arms he knows no earthly fears18 lines, 21 comments, on Apr 4 3:03 AM 2004. In Fantasy -
There’s a path leading by the meadow across a shady glen
Where the pine trees grow so tall and thick that sunlight can’t get in -
When the fairy folk come out to play on a starry summer night</FONT
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Within the dark enchanted woods live strange and wondrous things
Hidden from the eyes of men where the Moonseed thickly clings -
There is a place below the ground
Where you can hear a tapping sound -
On the rising of the harvest moon there’s magic in the air
And if you go down by the woods there’s something happening there -
The Old Man of the Sea
Is long said to be47 lines, 36 comments, on May 7 1:03 PM 2004. In Fantasy -
In the dark wooded glen there live strange little men
No one ever goes near out of worry and fear -
While sailing out on morning’s tide
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Within the town of Rhondelleigh on Poppillary Street
There lives a little cobbler that is know as Stardust Pete -
In our cryogenic chambers, we awaken from our sleep
The only way we could survive a trip so dark and deep39 lines, 34 comments, on Aug 23 10:25 AM 2004. In Fantasy -
Down beside Persimmon Creek that flows past Whistler’s mill
There used to be a little bridge that may be standing still -
Down the road of imagination, my mind will often stray
Where anyone who’s young at heart can watch the fairies play -
There’s a place in the caverns deep
That I will go to in my sleep -
Draped in floral tapestry is a paradise delight
Surrounded by a blue lagoon and hidden out of sight -
Out of the cool and salty brine
In gowns of water soft and fine -
When purple twilight starts to fallThe nightingale begins to callAnd as its song it gently singsA wondrous sight it always bringsSoftly thr34 lines, 185 comments, on Apr 30 10:20 PM 2005. In Fantasy
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On star filled nights as ripples break
She rises from beneath the lake47 lines, 93 comments, on Feb 27 1:47 PM 2006. In Fantasy
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In the still and dark of night she spreads her silvery wings
Then drifts across the starlit skies as wistfully she sings -
>If you look ‘cross meadows green / >Just at dusk28 lines, 6 comments, on Apr 29 12:03 AM 2007
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