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No sense, Nonsense
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No sense, Nonsense |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England 
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No sense, Nonsense Silly is, as silly seems, silly things, in all my dreams. Rustic fences, painted blue, solid walls I walk right through. Silly sausage, silly soul all emerging from a hole. Spirits fighting for their right to be set free, at dead of night. No sense, nonsense, side by side. join me on this senseless ride. Brain corrupted, disarrayed thoughts erratically displayed. Night time sent, to give us rest, order tumbled and distressed. Sleep refreshes all who fall as chaos drains the daylights call. Consciousness climbs with the sun to drag us back from night time’s fun. The slumber that releases pain helps us make sense of life's small game. Ivor G Davies The moment created this second, is a moment that's going to last. |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
wow... I laughed and I stopped laughing. it is goooood. A silly dream is all enough for a fun night sleep. "Consciousness climbs with the sun to drag us back from night time’s fun." How brilliant! enjoyed happily. |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England |
Drauntz Glad somebody enjoyed my silly season... Ivor |
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