Tuesday, June 28, 2016
I have a small sweet world that keeps rolling.
It touches a spot and brings it to life;
A world of made up happiness,
Wealth, peace, unity and all
A place of Utopia to recline to;
And when people keep searching,
They forget it's with me.
I've made it up
But then again, it stays with me
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