Stories of old told a long time ago.By the Native Americans of a mystery that's still to be solved here on earth. A land of little people with us as we speak! Oh how they play with hearts of laughter with mirth; mischief and clatter. What's one to think am i on the brink of disaster. All these little faint sounds coming from all around. But not a sight to be seen of these little voices talking about. Could it be Santa's little helper friends? To this very day no one has solved the mystery of the litte people here with us on Earth. I have been told .
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
A poem for children and adults...ancient stories about mystery.
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