Watch me jump out of bed,
bounce down the street
turning police to fairydust,
zapping plastic.
Abracadabra!
I bring back butterflies,
defeat climate change,
hone revolution.
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When you coming my way? We need your type round here.
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unfortunately, the poem was aspirational…
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as always you start with the vision and repeat it until it is true
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every day 50 times a day if you need to
brain knows no difference between truth and aspiration
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Ok, will try
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love it ! all of it !!!! you post too often for me but your works zings me 🙂 I’m going to subscribe but will be choosy what I comment on —
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Thank you! All the reading you did today is much appreciated
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