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Jan 6
My dreams are so vivid
They’re like a story to me
Sometimes it’s a wonky house
And then I’m by the sea
I’m swimming around
Or climbing the rocks
Or sat in the sand
Filling my chops
Seagulls fly by
My pasty catches their eye
They swoop down
But ha just too late
I’ve eaten the plate
Then I’m lost
Looking for the way
But hey it doesn’t matter
Because it fills the day!
I go shopping but hmmm
The shops are just Wierd
How they just appeared
Up and down steps
Doors open and shut
Try find the shop I want
Then the film just says cut!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  65/F/Calverton
(65/F/Calverton)   
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