Lalaland

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In Lalaland parents die in their sleep without pain or warnings.
In Lalaland they don’t forget how to get dressed or where they live.
They don’t cough pieces of their lungs or wheeze gasping for air
That trickles oxygen to their brain.
In Lalaland they die with dignity, remaining to the end the person they were at their best.
In Lalaland eucalyptus shoots of deep madder are like flowers swaying in the breeze
And not brushes drenched in blood vituperating at the sky.
In Lalaland the sun always shines and caresses
Never scorches or leaves the earth parched and exhausted.
In Lalaland no one ever leaves because they have to,
No one is ever lost or without a hand to hold.
In Lalaland, rivers flow deep and safe, tides bring in treasures, love blossoms
And overflows like well watered petunias.
In Lalaland it’s summer time and the living is easy
The answer is forty-two and we know the question.

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About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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12 Responses to Lalaland

  1. PapaBear says:

    There are no directions to Lalaland, Emm. It’s in you, in your heart and soul so that, even on your worst of days, you can find something beautiful and wonderful – if you look for it. It’s a good place to rest your dreams though.

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  2. arjaybe says:

    A cynic would disparage your naivety. A pragmatist points out the impracticality. A realist knows that every country borders Lalaland.

    rjb

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  3. john zande says:

    The answer is indeed 42. We never really did find out the question, though….

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  4. makagutu says:

    is it her birthday?
    I want to live in lalaland, it is the utopian world where everyone is beautiful and there is no war, no sickness and no poverty, that is the place i want to live even if just for a day.

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    • emmylgant says:

      I was told it was a state of mind,… a feeble mind at that! Still… you can rest assured that when I get directions to that place, I will let you know. 😉

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      • holly says:

        oh you must post the directions! Count me in!

        🙂
        My children and I will sometimes play a game…”What’s on your planet?…”
        In which we invent a dream world much like la la land. My youngest son, put a tree on his, that grows cups of coffee , always to the perfect temperature, just for me. I think he wanted me to visit his planet… 😉

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      • makagutu says:

        I will be waiting 😛

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