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| Keep the smile angelic oak. Keep reaching for the sky. As we strive to keep your insight, No one seems to help. Where do all the words come from? Are they floating grapes that emerge from breathing grass? Laughter nourishes the pink plastic flamingos- They stand tall in front of the trailor, though they grow in astroturf. The Oak tree hides in the back, behind the trailor park. She was planted in front of a church. Her branches shake the hands of all the kids They cry from broken homes, Because the plastic flamingos fall every now and then. |