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i have a friend who sings when she talks
sings when she walks
much like i write when i think,
write when i blink and listen and wile.

and her beguiling smile is as genuine
as they stretch, a fetching expression
of living and loving and laughter,
and all the happiness she is after
and pursues with a peppy predilection
towards glee.

we, should all be so joyous and sappy
and vivacious as her; alighting the blur
of our dull lives with a fair tune,
willing to forgo the ennui with the swoon
of a high note pitched heavenly,
swaying euphonically, over the
sad slave song we all sing
as we all hum along as lonely people.

Sing, sing a song
Sing out loud
Sing out strong
Sing of good things not bad
Sing of happy not sad

Make it simple to last
Your whole life long
Donít worry that itís not
Good enough for anyone
Else to hear
Just sing, sing a song
~ Sing, The Carpenters

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