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In the tall green grass of the meadow

In a dimension much like our own

Lives an elf with his misses and family

In a small, dotted mushroom home

Bright red roofs are clustered

A shelter for the little folk inside

Free to be what they want to be

No need to run away and hide

So if you’re walking about in the country

And you spot a mushroom or two

Remember to leave well enough alone

Or elfin magic will come after you!


September Writing Prompt – Dotted dimensions – Day 19/30

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