Nobody knows about the wild birds, the ones who fly beyond.
We have arguments in verse and songs in terse form, that’s when the sun is too hot.
We are skipping along a path of art and tulips, it is a path lined with small, friendly trees.
Don’t wait, no pause, nor applause…we know you and you do too.
Now sit and reflect on the lack of rules, the presence of mental tools….by the pond.
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