Raining poetry.
Hm....
maybe life isn't so paranoid after all.
Maybe things aren't so bad after all.
Maybe people AREn't that bad after all.
Maybe the storm outside is ok as long as there is peace within.
Maybe, maybe.
If pigs were made to fly,
And horses made to swim,
And fish made to run,
Or lions made to bleat,
Or donkeys made to talk,
Maybe, maybe.
(author: Kimberly Chan)
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