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Post by fishercherrlynn on Jul 17, 2007 6:36:00 GMT -5
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In a violet horizon upon light balls of dust That some named "stars at night Lay the imaginative scene among closed weary eyes And in that so called "Dream" Which epitomizes reality Together hands begin to dance And the bodies begin to sing. The most wonderful tunes. Voices of legs reach a higher pitch Suspense drumming up spines And when it's all over The night is done That's when the real dream begins.
(I typed it like that with selective periods on purpose just followed what I wrote on my paper).
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