Suburan Paradise

March 23, 2009
By Anonymous

I feel a light breeze through my hair,
The scent of pine surronds me,
I can hear the sound of leaves crunching beneath me,
I taste the sweet summer sun of my tounge,
A car passes by,
I open my eyes to reveal my mystical suburan paradise.



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