Standing in a feild of dandelions
Watching them sway in the wind
A mysterious door in front of me
Appears in the middle of nowhere
I walk to the door
Open and walk through
There stood before me
Walking talking dandelions
Just like me and you
Another door I see
I walk through that one
Dandelions acting like wild beasts
This fun adventure made me flee
Back through the door behind
Once through that door
I run to the last
Back to my would
Back to where I belong
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