Where my imagination goes wild…
My dreams come true every night

In my imagination roses are gold
With purple dots

In my imagination roads are
Mushy and in the sky

In my imagination you can run wild
And let your thoughts flow

In my imagination I jump and skip
To every garden and smell every
Gold with purple dot rose
(They all have a special smell)

In my imagination I catch butterflies
And make a wish

In my imagination I taste a very taste of grass
Some are sweet and some are sour

But no matter what
My imagination is a fun place to be

By Ariana

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