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I Had a Dream

I had this funny dream,

It’s the strangest one I’ve ever had.

In this dream I could do just what I like,

So, up I  floated like a funny kite.

 

And as I looked at the houses down below,

They looked like little mushrooms;

With an orange – yellow glow.

 

Well, by now I was so very high,

It made me feel quite ill.

I lost my concentration,

Which made me start to fall ....

 

Faster, faster like a falling brick,

I saw the ground come rushing up

It made me feel quite sick.

 

And, as I was about,

To hit the ground below;

A voice inside my head

Yelled ‘NO’.

 

I woke up feeling hot and cold,

And sat up in my bed.

‘Cause I remember people saying....

 

If you ever hit the ground when falling,

You’ll always end up dead!

 

 

 

By Steve Collins.

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