Beware: Creativity

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I had hoped one day I could travel back in time,

Back to a time where life was simple,

The air had a different smell; the grass was greener,

I could sit at the table with Gandhi,

Discuss Rock N' Roll with Hendrix,

I would ask my guest if they wanted sugar in their tea. 

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