A bit of a dreamer,
A hopeful redeemer
The pastels make him feel better,
Along with the instant coffee, which goes real fast
He wasn't teeming with optimism before,
But the weather became warm, the South really looking up
Good times, good dimes,
A donation of promise
A secret kept to himself, so as to not spoil the pleasure,
Appreciating an entirely new routine
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