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He rests in a calm smooth envoriment
Rests his back on the soft grass
There no violence or governments here
He look to the friendly blue sky
The clouds wave and sing to him
From up high the sun shines
Into his soul and gives him a purpose
Far away from cities and tyranny
He has a artistic scenery
With a envoriment that shows mercy
Along with a meaningful purpose
To enjoy life and its adventures
What would be worse
For him to pick up and leave
If he desires to, off to a hurst he goes
His mind longer occupied with deceit
His heart is delighted
With the greetings it receives
Now he believes
He'd never leave
Eat bread and enjoy life
Fed by a precious price.
Copyright © Morgen Farmer | Year Posted 2014
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