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Last Night... |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Last night I rode to Tinbuktu Atop a camel’s hump, This morning when I rose from bed, I had me one sore rump. How can that be? I asked myself, In dreams one does not feel, Any fool knows when you sleep, What happens is not real. I went into the bathroom, To take my morning shower, No time to waste to get to work, I had not quite an hour, After bathing, I returned To the bedroom to get dressed, But first I had to make the bed, A chore that I detest. But there to my amazement, I did not understand, On the bed between the sheets, A pile of Saharan sand. |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Might I suggest no more "hot toddy's" before bed?  Enjoyed the write. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Tim I can't help but think of the other meaning for the word hump. A strange dream...wishing you a more peaceful night.  |
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