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My Hope For You
If you ever fall out of a marshmallow tree.
If you ever fall out of a marshmallow tree,
I hope you land gently on a fluffy cotton ball bush.
Then roll onto thick velvet grass, which lifts you up and gently moves you along like the arms of fans moving a rock star through the crowd after stage diving.
Then sets you down gently by a stream of lemonade and box of straws.
And you notice that the reeds in the stream are actually churros.
And several bunnies appear with a strong desire to cuddle with you while songbirds sing beautiful melodies.
And a gentle breeze blows in the fresh scent of wildflowers while the sun gently warms your skin in the perfect 72-degree weather.
And you notice that the International Hammock Society has placed a hammock under a shady tree, so you settle in for a nice nap.
And you notice a table next to the hammock containing several excellent books that you have been wanting to read.
As you read, a paper airplane drifts your way and lands on the table.
As you look at the airplane, you notice that it is made out of a one hundred dollar bill. Then another paper airplane floats down and lands.
