to c the smoke,
to feel the smoke,
is like a fire,
that burns,
deep inside,
when the heart,
is broken,
to c the fields of green,
is to touch the medows,
is a springtime lamb,
to c the world,
through rose tinted glasses,
to to block the sun,
to watch the world,
go round,
is to love all,
and each other,
to c nature,
to love nature,
to see a plant,
grow from bud to bloom,
can be a great lifetime,
of colour
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Your 'c' is a 'C' as you SEE it!