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May 2017
I heard a voice that called out to me
He shouted my name from a far
I looked but there was no one there
I could smell freshly mowed grass
And hear birds singing
But I didn't know why
I was asleep but my eyes were still open
Was I dreaming here's hoping
I could hear running water
But yet I am deaf
I could see for miles around yet I am blind
We're all these things just
figments of my imagination



THE END
Β© COPYRIGHT Kellywood Productions 2012-17 All Rights Reserved.
Steven J Kelly
Written by
Steven J Kelly  49/M/Manchester
(49/M/Manchester)   
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