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I don’t mind the forest fires others dare to spread…They burn with ‘magination, ‘Genius Actions’ someone said. And while we toil water-less, to fight our thoughts with strength…There will always be the wild canon, who’s battle falls short length. So gather sheets and staple guns, My caring could care less…What happens is what comes and goes and only for the best. And weekends play upon the mind, they whisper doubt and grief…But all I simply do, good friends, is grin and clench my teeth. Some will come and others lost, fog about the field…Yet all I can simply say, my dear, is I gave it all time could yield.