Within the hallow of
the old Oak tree
There is
A doorway
A portal
To a new deminsion
A new world
Where dreams come
true
In this land of
whimsy and wonder
Magic is all around
Lollypops grows on
trees
Houses are made of
cakes
Soda flows in the
rivers
Beer pours from the
sinks
You never get drunk
No matter how much
you drink
Though the land is
beautifull
I however must leave
Back through the
hallow in the tree
Back to my home
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