by Michael Dowds
(Ireland)
In the valley of idiots
where sense never goes 
where you feel like a king and 
land on your toes,
In the valley of idiots 
where laziness is a virtue and easy to find 
as good times are always on your mind,
In the valley of idiots as sweet water flows 
softening the rapids so gently it goes,
Where logic is banned and left down below.
in the valley of idiots the sun always shines 
on the idiots below.
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