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Land of Glad


I come from a land of glad where no one is sad nor mad. They have lots of good toys for little girls and boys. This land of glad I say is not that far away. 'Tis like our land of cocaine and meth but without killing and death. All that is required is singing by the fire. You can do it with family or friends just know that in the end, there will be no meth, no cocaine, no killing, not death, no on sad nor mad in this land of glad
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