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Ripe Mourning, so Crisp and Crackling with Life Waking or Life preparing to sleep. A shift change taking place at dawn, both sleepers and wakers will share a Yawn, for worlds of dream or worlds awake, it's like Consciousness balances itself in this way. I see a Blue Herron standing on one leg near the pond, ducklings waddling in a line behind their Mom. I see children running and playing on the jungle gym, how appropriately named. Training ground for the perils of the Jungle ahead, the Jungle of Life. " Welcome to the Jungle" Everything in Life is a Test Every Choice Molds your Future Self Prepare Yourself, Prepare Your Children, Train them on the Jungle Gym. "Welcome to the Jungle"
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
Jungle Gym
Ripe Mourning, so Crisp and Crackling with Life Waking or Life preparing to sleep. A shift change taking place at dawn, both sleepers and wakers will share a Yawn, for worlds of dream or worlds awake, it's like Consciousness balances itself in this way. I see a Blue Herron standing on one leg near the pond, ducklings waddling in a line behind their Mom. I see children running and playing on the jungle gym, how appropriately named. Training ground for the perils of the Jungle ahead, the Jungle of Life. " Welcome to the Jungle" Everything in Life is a Test Every Choice Molds your Future Self Prepare Yourself, Prepare Your Children, Train them on the Jungle Gym. "Welcome to the Jungle"
Mourning Free Flow, who knows? Not Me...
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
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