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Back by the old shed,
Where the grass grows wild,
There lies a secret hideaway,
For a curious child.
A place of mystery and wonder,
Where stories come alive,
And imagination runs wild,
As dreams begin to thrive.
The rusted old tools and cans,
Are treasures to be found,
And the hidden nooks and crannies,
Are waiting to be explored all around.
So venture back to the old shed,
And discover what lies in store,
For there's magic to be found,
In the forgotten corners and more.