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When I way young and playing in the field
I picked a dandelion to blow and wish
To become real it must keep concealed
And thinking no further, There I go swish
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A wish was so much more simple back then
Dreams of playing on every football pitch
British pounds, dollars and Japanese yen
My brain expanding to always enrich
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But I look at the dandelion today
And my wishes, I just have too many
If blowing dandelions could be the way
Then in this large field there wouldn't be any
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My only wish that I and I alone
Should be the one, for my every atone
About the Creator
Hywel Latimyr
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died
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