In the realm of laziness,
time moves at its own pace,
unhurried and serene.
The world is a canvas,
where responsibilities fade,
and relaxation takes the lead.
From the comfort of a cozy couch,
the lazy one finds solace,
indulging in the art of idleness.
With no rush or worry,
they embrace the simple joys, like the gentle caress of a soft breeze or the blissful taste of a sweet treat.
Oh, the life of a lazy person,
a symphony of rest,
where the beauty lies in the moments of stillness, and the mind finds peace in the absence of stress.
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