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by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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in springtime i do wander i wander down the lane i see a fly caught in a web and feel its fear and pain a troop of ants comes up the road intent upon its task perhaps with some great purpose but who am i to ask? i see a bee attack a flower and admire its industry i hear a bird upon a branch singing wild and free i scan the flat horizon and spy a placid cow that may turn out a beefsteak but not right now for now the sun shines on the cow as it shines upon my head my head is feeling fine, thank you because i took my meds it seems so calm and peaceful but is always on the move i love everything and everybody because i am in the groove next