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Nov 2013
I must've been dreaming
I saw everyone getting along,
all people
of all colors
They refered to each as
"brother" and "sister"
I asked about war & world hunger
They had no idea what those words even meant
They lived in giant tree houses
Most had very little possessions

Their wealth was their health
I must've been dreaming

I really wish i could be dreaming now
Ocho the Owl
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Ocho the Owl  Santa Barbara
(Santa Barbara)   
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