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In my imagination
by Helen Russell

In my imagination
When I play a game
Things are always changing
Nothing stays the same
The carpet is a river.
The cushions on the floor
Become my slippery stepping stones
To help me reach the shore
For crocodiles surround me
So I magic them away
And then I'm in the jungle
Where tigers stalk their prey
So I hide beneath the table
Where tigers dare not roam
And shine my torch right in their eyes
Until they all go home
Yes, things are always changing
When I play a game
In my imagination
Nothing stays the same


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