Imagine if you would, a life in places that you've only dreamt
OF things you wish you owned, instead of things that you've been lent
Of snow and ice, and sun and rain, all seeking out your pleasure
A place where everything you see, is regarded as a treasure
Imagine if you would, a complicated mix of treasures
Ones that you can sit and muse about, whilst at your leisure
Index them in folders, labelled ‘smiles' and ‘joy' and such
Then reflect on them, every now and then, and enjoy them oh so much
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