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Such Dreams as Stuff are made on...
Dreams are such strange creatures
Presenting vivid or
amorphic features
They steep your mind
in make-believe
Where past & present
Interweave
I'm in the woods
'neath a gnarly tree
Where friends of old
run wild & free
Friends who now rest
as soil or ash
Or who simply faded
into time's elapse
But, I'm standing there
Fully gro...
Friday 23rd October 2020 5:04 pm
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