we are dreamers gliding through wind
like a seed ripe, ripe but no right bin
to take us to grow on fields for spring
we were forgotten by caring thumbs
set aside soaking under the rising sun
searching that place to nurture our plan
our ears learned how to listen to rhymes
drifting from heaven through smart minds
we read it like eating smooth chocolate
we have joy, we have fun, we stayed late
but most of all we share our views & treats
up to now it's sailing on the rivers of greats
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