life is just a sunny morning
that goes on and on
well
sometimes
seizing your powers as my strength
I climb up
through so many circles in the sky
that I become lost
and then like a cloud I drift away
drift away
if you slice off
the small part
that was pecked by a bird
is the peach not perfect
a perfect imperfection
by james lee jobe
just some little ones this time.
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