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7d
i
i

i woke this morning from a
lovely dream-i was young again
and kissing my woman and
we were laughing

and behind us was stacked
shoe boxes full of money..
someone said something and
i awoken..

ii

lily, i have tried to remember,
such a charm,
standing in front of the golden
mask

of tutankhamun..silence
like a sundown desert
reigned but what did i
ask..

i asked,or wished
the beauty and wisdom
for vision and calm
the love of the pyramid..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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