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The Dream© |
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Genea Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 321USA |
Oh maudlin morning! Don't weep for me! In my weakness, darkest fears found me, Then sleep, like a white winter panel Silently shrouded my world. In my dream, I was a runner, Flannel jacket zipped tight to keep out the crisp cold. I ran with strong swift strides, Racing time uphill. The sound of rain mocked me, And I awakened, Still locked in, With unmoving limbs. |
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