April 27, 2009
iNow here we stand
Atop a rich green mountain
Knowing we could be in the sand
Or playing in Rome's beautiful fountains.
We grin a devilish grin
And are whipped into heated battle
Slashing with a invisible sword in a spin.
We then laugh as we sit on the wind in the pegasus's saddle
This is our imagination

Walking to school
Boring than boring
But with a little imagination, nice and cool
Boring becomes soaring
With the unexpected and the funny
You'll never know what you'll see
Maybe the world turning sunny
Or maybe a door unlocked by a silver key
So many things you can come up with
This is my imagination

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