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Oct 27
One night I was swimming in my bed
At least I was swimming in my head
When a great bird flapping, suddenly
Flies off the screen of my theater-eyes
Its flit was quite swift, and it was fleet
As I run after it on bright shiny streets
I realize that I am in a hospital dying
Running after the bird was me trying
To stay alive

Alt. ending:  To stay alive, kept me from dying
A strange one came out of the blue, so I followed it.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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