Will power applauded fierce
Imagination grounded firmly
Much as the jabs are thrown
Imagination really hangs on
It has the solid roots of rocks
You can only tame it
Any knock over is out
In any fight between these two
Imagination, at all times wins
Traffic free, two-feet-plunk across
Nothing easier crossing the street
With the plunks ten storeys above
Imagination refuses to go across
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