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There was a child, who kept to himself
Toys in the attic, no room for a shelf
Rocking horse, teddy, guitars and cars
But there was just once place
He’d reach, for the stars
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Watching through windows, moon glowing bright
Imagination, his playmate, who stayed through the night
Knowing one day, he would venture from this place
To paint his name among the stars
In ethereal outer space
Writing Prompt: Profound Destiny – Day 24/30
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