Imagination Wanders
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The little boy
Grew up in my arms
Stands tall
A gentle man.
Many stories
I told him
Each until
He fell asleep.
His questions
Helped me weave
Every story
To fabulous ending.
Grown up now
He still demands
A story to let
My imagination wander.
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