smell the roses

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Is America great? Or is saying that a mistake? I see our addiction to doing, I wonder where there is time to reflect. As the spring flowers are blooming, No one stops to smell.
Childhood is the playpen that keeps out the real world; holding you close till you're readily unfurled At the beginning it's the ignorance that keeps us at ease
Beauty. What is it? It is a flower or a tree,
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