We can all dream of love night and day.
A dream lover.
To dream alone.
Is so much better.
In the cold of the night.
Love is a fossil.
Crispy dry and decayed.

Put love.
My once friend.
Love out to pasture.
In the field of dreams.
Sheep get counted.

Their fleeces,
they don't fleece the dreamer.
Drift down the river of dreams.

Baa baa black sheep...
Once a little lamb.
Grew into an adult sheep.
Then became a man.
Sheep, one, two,three...
Slip slip slip...
Into Zzzzzzzzzzzz
By ladylivvi1

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