TheMidnightJudge wrote:
For some reason the idea of 200 couches seems incredibly comforting. I heard that in a song somewhere.
a song i heard a lot as a kid, in kindergarden and school, is one about "a thousand plums"
according to the song,
# if you own a thousand plums, you can live a whole year
# if you got holes in your pockets, you can scratch your thigh
the song ends up concluding that he/she/narrator doesnt have a thousand plums, or holes in his/her pockets, but has a good mood, and can scratch where it itches.
whatever moral message that song had, just WOOSHED over my head, and i still am imagining ONE THOUSAND PLUMS!! !
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