Lawrence Hall
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Where the Fairies
Hide
In the dreary weary heat I crawled
Burrowing deep within a thickety bush
To saw and cut and clip away the growth
That had long formed a formless cloud of green
There might be little elves or fairies, I hoped
Long hidden away among broken bits of pots
In a childhood world of secrets and dreams
Among dappled shadows dizzying me
I thought I heard soft giggles and soft feet
But maybe it was only the dreary weary heat
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