Be Happy
worry is the polluted
imagination of a
negative mind
we enjoy it
system is perverted
wailing blue guitarist
searching for the
lost horizon
be happy
saxophone at the
tip of the lips
green paddy fields
swaying in the breeze
exposing the yellow
under belly of love
be happy now
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