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Dragon in her backyard

she’d visit every afternoon.

Never letting down her guard,

for she was not immune.



It’s magic would enfold her heart,

she loved its visits so.

Wisdom it would impart,

for her to learn and grow.



Lazy fog and silver bubbles

distracting it’s intent.

She’d tell it all her troubles,

before it would accent.



Now it’s been gone for all these years,

though she remembers through her tears.