Repeat, Repeat, Repeat, with joy on lifers terms with gratitude effortlessly perhaps.

My Father would always say, Son take care of the littlev things and that big things take care of themselves. My Mother had one said to me in the eyes, stop and smell the roses David A.

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can and always will relate to this song and told a clinical type psychologist about the relation to the song. He replied and said he was familiar and chuckled . 1,2,3,4,5 senses working overtime The band XTC of course. Long title short song I made it cuz of my 5 senses working overtime. DAH

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