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Sitting under an umbrella
Eating fries and a Sloppy Joe
Entertaining a novella
Unflawed like a Vincent Van Gogh
Sunset meets the horizon
Gold is the sea that meets them too
Learning manners from Barbizon
Saying please, excuse me, thank you
Wishing living was that easy
One can dream and have illusions
Without jolts or feeling queasy
Guiding light and less confusions
Hopefully the day will arrive
Full of happiness and no tears
Against all odds we will survive
In hefty farms and the frontiers
Ana Monnar
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