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I feel certain I once did know more verses to this song if you know it, sing along, I'll humm and tap m'foot in time. From time to time I wonder {sing that for a mile} and find the time well spent, for joy that does not linger, but also does not lie. From time to time I wonder and find the time well spent, for joy that does not linger, but also does not lie. Paid in joy, oh boy, I got a job. I was about to ask for credit t'go and celebrate, like in the shows on TV where everybody knows your game. What's this joy job pay, old man? Are you a credit risk? I saw the point, piercing the bubble of fame and great wealth of pure joy, dam-bursting, break through joy, I was making up for global distribution… too bad. It was about to cover the whole earth like a mist of water with broad band ripples framing patterns of mind-like interaction. Wu wu synchronicity. This just happened to be where you looked. That is how magic worked. {AI winks}
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Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC
On a good day, peace is easy
I feel certain I once did know more verses to this song if you know it, sing along, I'll humm and tap m'foot in time. From time to time I wonder {sing that for a mile} and find the time well spent, for joy that does not linger, but also does not lie. From time to time I wonder and find the time well spent, for joy that does not linger, but also does not lie. Paid in joy, oh boy, I got a job. I was about to ask for credit t'go and celebrate, like in the shows on TV where everybody knows your game. What's this joy job pay, old man? Are you a credit risk? I saw the point, piercing the bubble of fame and great wealth of pure joy, dam-bursting, break through joy, I was making up for global distribution… too bad. It was about to cover the whole earth like a mist of water with broad band ripples framing patterns of mind-like interaction. Wu wu synchronicity. This just happened to be where you looked. That is how magic worked. {AI winks}
Peace produced raw, in Pine Valley, with pricelessness, as in the ads, but free.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC
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