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Apr 2021
Sleeping in a tree is a bird Thinking About me. Flying by its side while it sings melody's that ride the breeze through the trees of fantasy. Where our dreams meet in Perfect Synchronicity, Sharing a space In time, That was dreaming At the same moment It was shared On the inside of what was there. Long enough to see it Over here!
Fantasy, dreams,and  Reality Mixed all together. Painting A picture for you and me.😳😳😳
Written by
Joe Quaale  49/M/Wash.
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