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Hypertension
The sky looks so much bluer
And the grass a deeper green
the trees are stronger, taller
As I think I’ve ever seen
The sunshine brighter
Clouds are whiter
Every step I take is lighter
All around is suddenly alive in every way
Am I high
About to die
Should I scream, or laugh, or cry
And why does my skin tingle
All my senses now commingle
It must be love.
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Bill Lindsay
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