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Lying on the emerald green grass
Staring up at the moving cottony clouds
Daydreaming of days gone past
Memories that in the mind crowds
Smiling faces remembered with joy
Remembering times of love
Remembering wonderments when I was a boy
Now just lying watching the clouds move above
Clouds of purest while turning dirty gray
The sun gets hidden away
Times remembered of days that didn't stay
Losing those memories,what a price to pay
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I just love people who use the excuse "I use/do this because I LOVE the feeling/joy/happiness it brings me" and expect you to be ok with that as you watch them destroy their life blindly following. My response is, "I like to put forks in an eletrical socket, just LOVE that feeling, can't ever get enough of it, so will you let me put this copper fork in that electric socket?"
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