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Come with me 

To the land

Of childhood dreams,

Where everything’s real

Or not as it seems.

We’ll laugh and we’ll play

Together as friends,

And I’ll carry you off

To who knows

Where it ends.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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O wise little owl

Of forest and fen,

Of fabled

Nocturnal renown,

Didst thy nightly flight

On this moonlit night

Take thee to 

WhimsiLand Town?

We pray ’tis so,

For where’er you go

In your wondrously

Wisdomly way,

All’s well:

We know;

We can tell.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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’Tis an oft-told tale

From the mists of time

How WhimsiLand menfolk,

Beleaguered at sea,

Were guided to safety

By a light in the sky.

None knew its source

And none wondered why;

Faith was their life line,

Their spiritual guide:

For this we give thanks,

In this we take pride.

— Garry D. Kilbourn