Today is a day for ABBA, their music
and words are playing in my head
as I run about trying to find out
what became of the courier and
the memo I wrote, oh joyous world,
do not stand still for me, it is so
great to be preoccupied with little
nonsensical things that help others
find the place they belong and what
is the name of their favourite song,
happy in in this land of ours, so full
of potential and possibility - as big
as our dreams and growing bigger
still - while ABBA’s words are taking
my soul on a flight of light far away
from it all…
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