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My utopia of Thought
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My utopia of Thought |
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Chrissy Member
since 2002-01-24
Posts 81Idaho, no I am not a farmer! |
It's not a special room Or a special place Void of discrimination of gender and race My dreams are my sacred Utopia of thought Dreams are limitless and can't be caught Dreams are what make the world go 'roud with them secure My peace is sound My dreams mold and revitalize my soul Without them I could not stay whole I rely on my dreams to keep me sane Heavenly euphoria Hard to explain Beyond the words I speak Dreams create hope Hope creates chance My dreams are where life extends Dreams never end |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Chrissy, Speaking as one who is "way too old" according to you...isn't it past your bedtime? Hmmmm? Excellent write but I think I'll look for some of the dreams about now! Good night.  |
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Chrissy Member
since 2002-01-24
Posts 81Idaho, no I am not a farmer! |
okay okay....Maybe not WAY too old....and no bed time either..Fun Fun Fun.. Havent talked to sunshine Yet, but dont know weather to be happy....or worried.. Anyway, I do really enjoy your writing, you have a Funny side to everything... |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
yes, sometimes dreams can help you interpret patterns in life you would like to change and dreams can also be a way of coming toterms with the day's stresses nice write! |
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