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Nov 2012
Sleep
Dreaming of when the morning comes,
Will I be awake to see the sun?
Or will the hazy, dreamy world of slumber
Have captured my thoughts by then?
Dragging me into subconscious.
The amateur poet
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The amateur poet  Wantage, NJ
(Wantage, NJ)   
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