I see them
Everywhere.
But they come from
Nowhere.
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can we dance under the midnight moon and drink clear midnight dew out of buttercups when they finally take over? and awaken in the morning to a seelie jamboree?
Ha! I want to wear the Seelie crown and rule all of fairie! We can invite all the little people to join us and have tea. This is a bright, funnny, quirky poem and I liked it... a lot. Now, who's for dancing under a midnight moon at a bonfire secreted in the nearest wooded glade?