As little of our ideas
turns real,
no wonder we're jaded
and contemplate
having none at all.
...how hard that would be.
...aren't they the best source
of happiness?
...once they've been had,
wouldn't it be
that you could hardly see
from where else happiness
could possibly be?
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Ideas! good thinking but I hate my new kettle it whistles electronicly not by steam, I'm not happy.Thanks regards