In a roosted fringe, where the wild birds sing,
A ruby beat rushes, a joyful thing.
Shame flies away on the wings of faith,
As peaks in the distance wear a crown of wraith.
A spot by the heart, where laughter takes flight,
Under the stars, everything feels just right.
So dance with a smile, let your spirits beam,
In this silly little world, we live in a dream!
M.A.D. Works 
😀 😀 love this!
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