just a dream
Sitting in an old Oka tree writing my poetry I look down and see yellow buzzing bumble bee flowers purple blue and green I look up and see the sky hey that cloud looks like an eye I wonder why, I look to my side and see a nest a little bird is taking a rest I look behind me and I'm falling then I hear get out of bed my joyful world was all in my head my soul now dead so many lies I'm fed
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