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Fellow PWPs I wrote or better I started off a small nonsense poem that went like this. Have you visited the enchanted land, Danced to the music of a Fairy band. Have you hob-nobbed with the Fairy Prince. Or eaten of the fresh dew drop mince. Spoken to an Irish Leprachaun, One sees them mainly at the break of dawn. Smooched around with a Nordish Troll. Written your name on the Magic Scroll. Have You done any of these things, Walked though the grass of Fairy rings. Here is how Ronnie Fleming finished the poem:--- Flown so high with the wings of bird. That only the sound of the wind is heard. For if you have the words are true, A wonderful world stays open for you. Well done Ronnie a fellow PWP from Wellington, New Zealand. I have a few more poems finished if anyof you are interested. Bern from Austria.