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The strangest of things can save you when your mind takes its metrical dive, Thank the lord for the consoling and tedious frequency of next door's vacuum cleaner, And the birds have been calling to my soul these days, and forget-me-nots keep me alive, The dandelion seeds fly on wind these days, I am saved by their graceful demeanour.
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Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC
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The strangest of things can save you when your mind takes its metrical dive, Thank the lord for the consoling and tedious frequency of next door's vacuum cleaner, And the birds have been calling to my soul these days, and forget-me-nots keep me alive, The dandelion seeds fly on wind these days, I am saved by their graceful demeanour.
debbie-lydon
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Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC
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