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Something sweet, something bright.
Something that could disperse the fright.

Laughter and joy bubbling through.
Pretty and cute, nothing of blue.

Marshmallow land is where I would go.
Pink fluffy clouds high and low.

Jumping on the soft spring I sing.
Rolling on it I heard the alarm ring.

Grumbling, I open my heavy eyes.
Only to wake up on an unicorn that flies.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 05, 2019 ⏰

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