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Close your eyes and take my hand, let me lead you through a fairy tale land, everyone smiles and there's a thief getting beheaded, no one cries about poverty and the shoes are all mended. Babies cry because they can and not cuz they are hungry, children learn about their numbers and not the murdered and angry. I myself have never shed a tear of worry for my future ones, we all live in harmony and everyone knows the meaning of love.
What a sight I say where autumn leaves form around us, we make a pile and we both jump in feeling trust. What a sight I say when we can all live free, what a sight what a sight...is this not our country?
read
quite a number of your pieces today...
very impresssed
alot going on here
this is your time to express
do not waste a single moment
stay safe
be happy
peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
This Is Our Country
And you paint it as if in denial while poignantly highlighting our realities of evil mixed in the cake batter, lumpy and in need of a better spoon wielder. You write! - Stella