In My World...

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In My World... (title) Where the trees are glass and the grass is blue, where the fish fly and the birds swim, where bugs don't bite and bees don't sting; this is the place to where I recede. Where mirrors won't break and salt won't spill, and no one is ever over the hill. Someone always says hi when you're walking down the street, and when you really try you always succeed. Where the sun and the moon finally meet; if a gun shoots it's just a bad dream, And you still get somewhere when you swim upstream. Where there's a hand to hold and a love to hug- too bad the real world isn't this perfect, But it's close enough...





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