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It made me sad to think it was dead

I have cluttered space that needs to be erased

Outbuildings overflowing with youthful dreams

They make good mouse homes that"s for sure

But those dreams withered away like a neglected house plant

Wisdom brought by the shock of reality

Dreams so big and complex

Better start collecting now so I can materialize my timeless thoughts later

And lets build outbuildings to keep them from the harmful hands of nature

And fill them so that my cup seem to have flowith over

And talk of my future accomplishments waiting to find the time to exist

Hopefully my old self doesn't convinse my new self to keep any of this stuff while my time of life is at hand

When the job is done you will see me in the desert riding on a horse with no name

And when the sand has turned to sea, there it is I will be

In another fleeting moment on the breeze

PEACE!!!

◄ The Master

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