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In a Hammock | ||
| At rest in my hammock my mind travels far Across a vast ocean and up to a star. The shade is so restful I almost could doze. The breeze is the finest that I could have chose. In rocking and swaying without any care I'm feeling complacent with patience to spare. The hammock relaxes and makes me reflect The time in the hammock's the best you can get. And if in my rocking I happen to fall, I'll be very lucky the distance is small. | ||
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