As I sit beneath a tree thinking thoughts pleasantly

Trying hard to put these thoughts on paper

As they are sounding endlessly to me.

Pondering deeply within my soul,

Gathering unconsciously, I hold,

Beautiful wonders we like to encounter

To have and give with unendless bliss

Sounds we hear, people we see,

Is simply a treat, without any defeat?

Our troubled times, and many crimes

Can be turned inside out, please don’t doubt?

Come on everyone and have some fun

Just make great noise,

Cause we’re the real McCoy’s!

 

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