
Having a huge attic of immeasurable treasures, imagination was rampant in my childhood.
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detective with a round spy glass
ballerina dancing in music class
the possibilities amass
when you imagine
riding horses as old cowboys
quiet reading was always a joy
tented blankets on the floor
listening to victrola seventy-eight scores
what child could ask for more?
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Come play with me!













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