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Shake Hands with your Fantastic Life. The true essence of life summed up in my experiences and what I have learnt. The hole is too huge to fill. The landlord took the last bit away. Flying like a kite cut loose from its thread.

Rippling Juices Of The Bright Eyes. That Blooms On My Happy Lips. That closes the Lids Of My Eye. That Plays the Broken chords in My Ear. That Reaches Me, Craving You More. That Races on my thumping Heart too High. That Twinkles to let my Light go Blinded By. That ticklingly Flutters in my Tummy.

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