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Dec 2012
I would like to feel the grass between my toes,
To breath in the fresh clean air,
With the sun shining on my face.
In an empty space,
Where one has no cares.

I really wouldn't be here or there,
With my mind in a blur.
This is how happiness feels,
Where the world has a honest appeal,
And the plants and the trees concur.

But this is all just a fantasy.
Only dreams within my head,
But I'll keep on dreaming,
And I'll keep on believing,
And I'll keep on looking ahead.
Juno Overstreet
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Juno Overstreet  Brooklyn
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