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Magnificent joy fills my soul I am whole  Like Earth’s bowl In deserts of my hope, I find perfect glow 
Dang it all why does inspiration come at two oh three am?   I'm listening to the wind blow Grandma’s wooden wind chimes together to the  tickticktick 
Child Like by Natasha Bartley   When did I realize I wasn’t a kid anymore, you ask?   I have yet to understand the concept. Of child.
Money, the universal language for happiness, Money, the international reason for terror, Money, the medium that's lacked in those who need it, and in abundance for those who know no true will,
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