A Wooded Glen Poem by Phil Soar

A Wooded Glen

Deep in the wooded glen, where imps and elfs reside,
There are quaint and furnished cottages, with lots of things inside,
And when you feel a little sad, just take a look around,
Then write a note addressed to them, to tell them what you found.

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