Just
Be
It
is once in a lifetime
She
dreamt of it
The
perfect day
Warm
breezes
Bright
sun
And
fluffily clouds
The
perfect day
To
go to a field
Lie
down in the grass
And
just be
His Best Life By Lord R.e. Taylor He sits every night and wonders When did he get so bleeding old All the wrinkles and grey hairs They were ...
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