Little Miss Mary was thirteen years old, and lived in gold, olden days;
Like the longed for future, peeking at past, both of them full of praise.
Miss Mary lived in a western town, with her dear Mother and Father;
And adored redbirds as daily companions, singing 'til days got darker.
Mary loved the magical, motley circus, eager as they came to town;
For they offered the exciting and new, with old favorites, like clowns.
The fuchsia faction was in full flower, in gardens of Mary and friends,
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Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven;
For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation.
Willie and his beloved wife, Elvira, lived highly organized, pleasant lives;
For magic impels ways and customs to differ, like buds, as spring arrives.
Everyone called Willie Winkie, 'Wee,' since most elves were notably bigger;
But, he was Director of Dreams, scattering joys of plum night, with vigor.
Violence was completely unheard of, inside their peace loving community,
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Mary Fletcher was prime minister in olde England, like fondest memory,
Of days when the twilight stood still, with silver moon, floating on sea.
Mary Fletcher was capable and caring, to the country's great benefit;
Like spring rains of green benevolence, trailing the fragrant evidence.
Andrew was Mary's loving husband. Their lives were so happy together!
Like allurng, violet future, that recalls moments in lush, green heather.
Scarlet summer was all in a fever, as faceted friends called, flustered;
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Bonnie Brown was in love with Charles, like black pearl clings to night,
So young and engaged to be married, like myriad stars, shining white.
They were active professionals, dwelling in a charming, bustling town;
As warbling charms orange noon, after pink mist clears, with no sound.
They had dreams of future and a family, like purple nights of fantasy;
And they were already making plans, like butterflies flitting frantically.
Fellowship of friends made fabulous Fridays, when they met after hours,
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Lucy Locket lived amidst Lakeland Hills, where jay serenaded morning;
Like plum rainbows celebrate sunshine, with never any silent warning.
Lucy was merely twenty years old, like a peach rose, dusted with dew;
And she was also a dutiful teacher, unveiling what children never knew.
Lucy liked to sew and to garden, like green nature, roving everywhere,
Recalling lavish, sunset skies we used to view, in the colors of vanity fair.
Kitty Fisher was Lucy's best friend, amidst many, for she was popular;
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Bonnie Brown was in love with Charles, like black pearl clings to night,
So young and engaged to be married, like myriad stars, shining white.
They were active professionals, dwelling in a charming, bustling town;
As warbling charms orange noon, after pink mist clears, with no sound.
They had dreams of future and a family, like purple nights of fantasy;
And they were already making plans, like butterflies flitting frantically.
Fellowship of friends made fabulous Fridays, when they met after hours,
......
Mary Fletcher was prime minister in olde England, like fondest memory,
Of days when the twilight stood still, with silver moon, floating on sea.
Mary Fletcher was capable and caring, to the country's great benefit;
Like spring rains of green benevolence, trailing the fragrant evidence.
Andrew was Mary's loving husband. Their lives were so happy together!
Like allurng, violet future, that recalls moments in lush, green heather.
Scarlet summer was all in a fever, as faceted friends called, flustered;
......
Little Miss Mary was thirteen years old, and lived in gold, olden days;
Like the longed for future, peeking at past, both of them full of praise.
Miss Mary lived in a western town, with her dear Mother and Father;
And adored redbirds as daily companions, singing 'til days got darker.
Mary loved the magical, motley circus, eager as they came to town;
For they offered the exciting and new, with old favorites, like clowns.
The fuchsia faction was in full flower, in gardens of Mary and friends,
......
Little Arabella Miller lived in town, but far enough out in green country,
To watch the raspberry sun go down, and to climb a lavish, plum tree.
Arabella was seven-years-old, and had a three-year-old, baby brother;
Like the golden sunrise of promise, and unprecedented joys we discover.
Arabella Miller loved all of nature, and the myriad creatures who live it,
Like tuxedoed tits, warbling, or hide and seek chameleons, of quick exit.
Fog had lifted from Fern Valley, when favored friends came up to visit;
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Isabel was the youngest of four children, dwelling in a large old house,
Nestled under the burgeoning oak trees, in green spring, of no doubts.
Isabel's parents were devout churchgoers, insisting upon going weekly;
But, Isabel often preferred playing, like dawn, pink sun, shining meekly.
Theirs was a tight knit community, the kind everyone wants to live in;
Like orange butterflies, calling on red flowers, of golden days in a spin.
Isabel and funny friends flew blue kites, under floating clouds of fluff,
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