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Jun 2017
lovely lil song bird,
singing me asleep,
so early in the morn still,
an tho it not too deep,

I drift away so sweetly
dawn dripping through the sky,
I ask again for sweet rest
to rest my weary eye,

unburden me with slumber,
at least I shall not think,
while closing lids of tired,
I wait again to blink,

until I reach my dream state,
where oftenΒ Β dreams are good,
an I would gladly come back,
as often as I could,

I enter through a doorway,
a skylit hole for key,
the brightest blue of yonder
is beckoning to me,

I reach inside my pocket,
pull out the key I found,
but sadly in a second,
I hear it hit the ground,

I sigh with deepest sadness,
a devastating sound,
unfortunately I can't find it,
on here this type of ground,

biblical stacks of my hopes,
in virtually a sea
covering the Earth there,
eye-dentical the keys,

awakening
my mind,
to the infinite possibilities
we are offered daily,
so I pick one-

an I wake up.

Ma Cherie Β© 2017
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Ma Cherie
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Ma Cherie  F/Somewhere in Vermont....
(F/Somewhere in Vermont....)   
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