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Dreamland
I’m floating on the turquoise sea,
I’m holidaying in Greece.
I’m clambering onto a speedboat
And heading off to Nice.
I’m shown round an ocean liner,
And settling by the pool.
Someone at the bar plays guitar.
I can sing in tune! How cool!
Okay, so this must be a dream,
But I shall not wake up.
I’ll drink Tia Maria and Baileys
In a Pooh Bear cup...
Sunday 15th May 2011 12:25 pm
Escape
Through a mist of whirlpools, she surfaced.
No understanding would come.
In such unfamiliar surroundings,
From equipment nearby, a slight hum.
No recollection of occurrences,
Why she was in a hospital bed,
Who the man was that called her “hun”,
Just a jumble of nothing in her head.
Told that she had been in a coma,
An accident, some kind of a scrape,
...
Sunday 8th May 2011 7:47 pm
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