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Mar 2015
All my dreams...

Here they are painted on the halls.
The reflections of my life, and I could not be more satisfied.

The dreams they change a new color each day.
The walls they rearrange, doors close each moment.

And windows grow smaller, but I couldn't be taller.
David T Carratola
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David T Carratola
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   Nancy E Tracy
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