I want to be inside-
That place where happiness hides
Where fun is the only law
And being tired is the only flaw
I want to be a residue-
Giants never forgot about you
They send you little specks of love
And sometimes a rainbow from up above
I want to be a glitch-
Where a rock makes a sales pitch
Of tending to chickens and butterflies
Until that next refreshing sunrise
(c) Marc Noël 2011
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