Work in Progress....
Nothing is bad, nothing is grand,
No scrapes on my shins or a helping hand
No roller coasters or flights of fancy
No hills to climb or freewheeling dancing
Hurricanes have passed, there are no storms
The sky is clear, but the rainbow has gone
I see miles ahead where it’s straight and flat
It should be a comfort, but it’s not that.
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