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On Mud pies and puddles

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I remember the smell of mud pies in an asphalt puddle Toes snuggling in the green, green grass An ant here and there That was the day I inked-in the lines. No more scratching out. No more waiting around for that long-gone miracle. After all, there's a  new dream just around the corner scampering into the cacaphony,  Wrapped in new minted leaves,  gh the cacaphony,