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Mar 2010
Last night
I dreamt
I was a giant,
that I forgot
my favourite word;
that I refused
to have white teeth
and that I lost
my prize possession.  

Everyday
mixed up thoughts,
making no sense
and every sense
Copyright - Paul Gorign 2010
Paul Goring
Written by
Paul Goring  England
(England)   
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