all
good
good
to be a cloud today
and
whet the whistle
vanish
ping
good
to be a blade of grass
and
rise up green
be
greeting
every
passer by
with
hello
trees
and
how's your father
good
to be setting out on the road
and
sweep dust off your feet
or
stay home cosy with the fire
good
to be lost in a book's best pages
deep
of the truth in things
good
to be me
wherever
what
whoever
however
just
happens by
it's
not like it's always
like
this you know
but
some days
it's
all good

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