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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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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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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Polly Pleasance was seven years old, like the decade soon is going;
She had so many pretty dollies, like deep purple pansies, showing.
Polly took care of her dear friends, for love's always taken seriously;
Buying doll clothes with her allowance, like night, adorned deliriously!
They were admired, and the envy of friends. She had so many dolls!
As magenta shimmers in twilit moonlight, whilst blue earth revolves.
Polly still believed in fairytales and magic, like many others her age;
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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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Ben and Cora Green had seven children, like calendar pages turning;
Each one born on a different weekday, like mango sun, forever burning.
Zoe was pretty, with big eyes and dimples, while Leah loved dancing,
Yet, Bill was sort of a pessimist; like when mystic trouble is glancing.
Edward had a zeal for jogging, while Ruth ran many errands for free.
James always had a part time job. Pete was all sunshine, very happy.
Fun barbecues attracted friends, to lawns of families and red flowers;
......
Polly Pleasance was seven years old, like the decade soon is going;
She had so many pretty dollies, like deep purple pansies, showing.
Polly took care of her dear friends, for love's always taken seriously;
Buying doll clothes with her allowance, like night, adorned deliriously!
They were admired, and the envy of friends. She had so many dolls!
As magenta shimmers in twilit moonlight, whilst blue earth revolves.
Polly still believed in fairytales and magic, like many others her age;
......
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,
......