February 5, 2009
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If the world was round
I wouldn't make a sound
Going off its so flat edge
And coming up its other ledge.

If the grass was green
Then I would've seen
Nearby animals
And some roaming souls.

If the sky was blue
I would stare so true
At the cotton clouds up
And hear the birds chirps erupt.

If the trees would grow
Then I would and could climb so
To touch the soft silk light
And love the highest fright.

If the river would flowed
Then I would have stowed
Into the wilderness
And I'd love it more or less.

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