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Jan 2012
Sometimes when I hear about
the dreams of other people
I look at my own and think

I must be superficial.  In their
dreams there are winding paths
and reflections on still pools of water

There are subtle dew drops and
expansive fields of solitude.  They
speak of introspection and self growth

When I hear of the dreams of others,
I wonder what I can reflect on in
my own dreams and can think of
nothing

Then, when I'm depressed at
these thoughts that my mind
is playing against my will
I remember

I wrestled a shark.  how awesome is that?
While I do have those feelings from time to time, I prefer to end on a positive note
JA Doetsch
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JA Doetsch  St. Louis, MO
(St. Louis, MO)   
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