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The Possibilities


Thoughts and feelings overwhelm

Days turn into months Inside this realm

A spark of grim golden has appeared

Meaning of life becoming so clear

Strolling into West Central Park

Strawberry fields only imagine, hark

Silence fills the busy streets, its dark

Many lost and lonely dreams

All the people… so many means

The puppeteer has taken center stage

Trying so hard to hide his rage

Control is lost from all the demeaning

There is no sadness and no more keening

A world of wonder oneness, equal

Exquisitely full of life like treacle

Much Love Much Life

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