Fairy tale

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For there be a life, akin a fairy tale,
To the nameless isle it lets me sail,
The time flips, whilst the raindrops drip,
The words rinse, for a to be told tale hence,
I puff away fresh fag, devoid any jetlag,
I smell berries, also farm-fresh cherries,
The land is weedy, no one greedy, neither needy,
Gulping wine, slurping, burping, singing fine,
It wasn’t night, time wasn’t right,
But I don’t care, for it was a dreamy fare,
No no no… it wasn’t the shire...
For there be a life, akin a fairy tale
Like I pen down in an email….
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