But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
Blueberries
Blueberries in my muffins and my pancakes plain
Two of the things that keep me sane
Myers Rum with Cola and Guinness by the pint
Two of the things that keep me tight
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