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Laying on
the sands of time,
and part of sands themselves,
here lay gnomes and faries,
trolls and even elves.
All a bit O' fancy
an excursion of the mind,
or so the "groan ups" see them
perhaps grown ups are blind?
Lost in inner turmoil,
with all the work a day.
If only they could return again,
be children, and learn to play...
-Unknown