"The Happiest Days From White Plains."
Every morning the sun comes out of the closet.
Making people gay.
I'm happy on a warm day when the sun comes out.
When the sun goes in the closet, people feel really low.
We dream that the moon is blocking out the sun.
Stealing stardust from time's outer space.
Life is the happy dog's dream.
The sun's spotlight is on designer doggies.
White Plains is close to Valhalla's resting place with my mother.
I find no peace of mind but my heart's at peace.
Wander around aimlessly and ride on an asteroid made of clay.
Please accept this new day.
By Jonathan Billet 04.02.14.
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