Up above the rainbows,
Right amongst the stars,
To the left of Jupiter,
And just alongside Mars,
Is where the magic happens,
Every time you make a wish.
If your wish is to be granted,
Then the fairies give a swish
And a swirl and a great flourish,
And the sky is painted blue
As the sweet and lovely fairies
Grant some wishes just for you.
Pooky's Poems 
Lovely Pooky.
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Thank you Michael. How are you? I guess you are heading towards spring? X
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First day of spring today. Beautifully sunny. I am doing ok thanks Pooky.
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Sounds fabulous!
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Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie and commented:
Beautiful imagery…
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Love the poem and the photo. If the fairies could grant me a wish it would be to stand in awe watching the northern lights. 🙂
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I’d so very much love to go. One day. Lyra is named after the heroine in the northern lights trilogy so I think we have to take her one day..
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