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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required New dawn of mankind Heralded a new life. A life of magic and miracles! I want to see a cow fly--an elephant sing. I want to see the blue sky open up with a fun fair ring In the cloud's circus--the clowns dancing. I want to hear my pet dog talk to me; tell me how his day went. I want to sing the song of love, feel the rhythm of the music, Echoing in my heart, pumping my whole being with the lyric. I want to be drunk senseless and enjoy it. I want to be happy, make love a thousand times With the unity-ecstasy it brings with my want at this time. I want to live a free life in my yellow beetle Pumping gas at five hundred miles an hour to the music of the Beatles. I want to call the sun to come to me when I am cold. I want the rain to let driblets of water fall on my dry lips when I am thirsty. I want the darkness of the night to come to me when I am weary. I want a plate of fish and chips to come to me when I am hungry. I want her to wrap her warm body around me So I can feel my pulse beat with hers in our cocoon of love. Yellow sun descends upon us in our journey to the sun--the moon, Singing our songs of love in the blue clouds, Midst the eagles perched on the moon. I want the birds to sing poetry to me when I am troubled. I want to sleep on the warm, soft clouds when I am restlessness. I want to see--talk to God so I can confess my sins. I want Him to make my thoughts pure, strong in that den. Within the jungle of senselessness, I want to breathe the pure, sweet air of nature, innocence, goodness, Not the poison in the dark corners of this wordlessness. I am asleep now, my wants have been satisfied Until I can think of new magic and new miracles!
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