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Simple pleasures 
For simple minds 
This thing they say 
Begins to Grind 
At my last nerve 
 
You can contemplate the stars 
And all their movements 
You can laugh at people 
And all their bemusements 
When they fail to understand 
 
No matter how complicated 
A person’s mind 
Every one of us 
Needs the time 
For our brain to rest 
 
Nothing helps me 
To rest my mind 
To sit back 
And begin to unwind 
Like something simple 
 
The smell of a flower 
Without knowing its name 
The laugh of a baby 
As it starts to play 
The colors of the sky 
At the start of the day 
These are my simple pleasures

Simple Pleasures