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Jul 2013
Blankets woven with yarn the color of the sky,
on a cloudy afternoon, when the sun don't shine.
Pillows, soft and as fluffy as clouds,
greet you as you lay down.

And a circus of clowns surrounds you,
dancing and honking their noses.
Flowers fall from the sky,
dropping thousands of roses.

The world is a marvelous place,
filled with grand adventure.
Gold, love, and magnificent sights,
all in just one night.

The fields of golden grains and pastures far and wide,
are resting under the sun high in the sky.
The mountains cast shadows,
on the valleys below.

The world is calling your name, calling for you,
there are so many things that you can do.
Roam the pastures, and the fields,
climb the mountains, explore the valleys.

The world is a marvelous place,
filled with grand adventure.
Gold, love, and magnificent sights,
all in just one night.

Because someday, you will shrivel and die,
just like the rest of us,
we all live the same life.

So get out there, and enjoy it while you can,
'cause someday will come,
where you lose the upper hand.

The world is a marvelous place,
filled with grand adventure.
Gold, love, and magnificent sights,
all in just one night.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  25/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(25/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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