Wonderland

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Wonderland

What do you consider a wonderland

I would never know if that exists firsthand

Maybe seeing it might be stupendous and grand

I would never really know hope you understand

Happy to be alive is my wonderland

Amongst family strangers and friends firsthand

Living this first hand is stupendous and grand

Happy in life to the fullest in my wonderland

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