Wash it by hand
And hang it up to dry
Life is too precious
To spin yourself dry
Walk downtown
To the paper store
You can ask your grandpa
What paper is for
A tiny little phone
Can suck you down to hell
People tear you apart
Like they're ringing a bell
The sun gives us warmth
And energy
It's a beautiful day
Go climb a tree
by Richard W. Bray
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