It's funny HOW
you get used to things
you start missing them
you wonder why
It's funny WHY
you want them
you replace them
you want them back again
It isn't how or why but WHAT you make them; a wishful formula for clear spirit and happy days, an old forgotten friend you use to exchange your marbles with -
keep playin' keep flyin' keep diggin'.
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