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Sometimes, I just want to run away to an open field
with a boom box and dance around barefoot,
wearing a flowy skirt or dress...
enjoying the sunshine, the crisp air,
feeling the blades of grass graze my skin,
the breeze coming and going,
tangling and twisting my hair...
and after I make myself completely exhausted,
I want to just plop down and pick a ton of dandy lions
and make stupid, naive wishes on them.
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