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Letting go of all my things Living In the moment Seeing what life brings Living Where you can actually hear the birds sing Walking in my bare feet Not on concrete Living Where there is dirt streets Where you can see the sky and earth meet Feeling the suns heat Living In my one room suite Where the animals are the elite Raising what I eat Using a log as my seat Living Where I do not have to impress Where everyday is not a repeat Where I do not have to compete Evereyday feeling content and complete Living Where very few as walked through Where there is trust in you Living Where not many have stood Miles and miles of woods Where living is pure and good Living Making things from my  hands Knowing it will stand Where everyday is not planned Living Where you can take a clean breath Where You can take a rest
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Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
My dream
Letting go of all my things Living In the moment Seeing what life brings Living Where you can actually hear the birds sing Walking in my bare feet Not on concrete Living Where there is dirt streets Where you can see the sky and earth meet Feeling the suns heat Living In my one room suite Where the animals are the elite Raising what I eat Using a log as my seat Living Where I do not have to impress Where everyday is not a repeat Where I do not have to compete Evereyday feeling content and complete Living Where very few as walked through Where there is trust in you Living Where not many have stood Miles and miles of woods Where living is pure and good Living Making things from my  hands Knowing it will stand Where everyday is not planned Living Where you can take a clean breath Where You can take a rest
mark-tilford
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Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
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