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The Dream World
The glorious smell journeys through my nostrils,
a smell so wonderous and rare!
Modern days forget these times of olde,
when the act of moving a hand was without thought.
Times when walking was travel with communication,
times when a day had many jobs done.
Do you remember these times?
Have you smelled the most lovely smell?
Reach out, pull it close and smell, dream of past times.
Past times long forgotten, times of knowledge.
Information age lacks knowledge, lacks wonder.
They lack interest, interest in the wonderous feeling.
They do not smell, nor feel our greatest gift.
They will not open it nor read its pages.
New times our here, physical is but a dream.
a smell so wonderous and rare!
Modern days forget these times of olde,
when the act of moving a hand was without thought.
Times when walking was travel with communication,
times when a day had many jobs done.
Do you remember these times?
Have you smelled the most lovely smell?
Reach out, pull it close and smell, dream of past times.
Past times long forgotten, times of knowledge.
Information age lacks knowledge, lacks wonder.
They lack interest, interest in the wonderous feeling.
They do not smell, nor feel our greatest gift.
They will not open it nor read its pages.
New times our here, physical is but a dream.
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