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Our Playhouse Is So Near To Fairyland-- Post by :joelee Category :Poems Author :Mary Carolyn Davies Date :October 2011 Read :1013

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Our Playhouse Is So Near To Fairyland--

Our playhouse is so near to Fairyland
I think the fairies come and peep, to see
How children play.

So sometimes when there's something in the grass
That sounds like fairies' footsteps very faint
Not far away,

We sit quite still, all on the playhouse wall;
But though we wait and wait for them to speak
They never do.

Our playhouse is so near to Fairyland
They'll come some day, and start to play with us,
I think, don't you?

(The end)
Mary Carolyn Davies's poem: Our Playhouse Is So Near To Fairyland--

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