Blowing in the wind...feeling the breeze tickling my branches...free of care and worry just me and the movement...dancing, laughing, teasing, stretching, reaching...come build a home...it's a fun place to dwell...bring your string and funny things...sing your songs as I dance...tell me your stories...fill up the spaces with your jingle...I wish I were one of you...what a happy thing to be.
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You can't read that and not be happy after it.
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