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Thoughts of packing a pair of socks and flying away in a little box!
I'll pack a pack of chips and dip, and a tiny flask for the hip.
No journey's safe without a drink, but it can be done with little think.
On sea of clouds, with a breeze of sun, I'll see the Wonders: every one.
I'll follow a sunbeam all the way and convince it, down here, to stay.
The beam will help me look around till what I seek, I have found.
(It's interesting to shunt between the posting face and tweeting scene.)
It is quite cool how a journey rocks with a pair of socks and a little box.
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