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Sep 2014
When were little we draw and color
Trees of brown and bright green with a green lawn and a big bright sun.  Sometimes one puffy little blue cloud.  
There is a family if three sticks if your an only child or however many are in the family.  A cat or dog sometimes.
Beautiful, the perfect picture in a child's mind.
But nothings perfect.
Most trees are not chocolate brown with florescent leaves
They're grey with dark leaves that block the sun
Lawns are yellowed and brown
That one puffy cloud, is really a blanket of grey and black that covers the bright sky.  
The sun that was drawn on that perfectly white piece of paper.  The clouds block that out.  
Perfect family.
There are always secrets
Nothing is perfect
Nothing and No One
Just came to me while riding a motorcycle in the rain.
K603
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