My trip on my magic carpet

9:41 PM

I was very happy
When I learned to fly,
On my magic carpet
In the blue sky.

It was purple in colour,
With gold lines.
I flew over beaches,
Parks and gold mines.

My magic carpet can talk,
It can jump run and walk.
It loves me very much,
There is no carpet as such.

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