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Aug 2010
I had this funny dream,
It’s the strangest one I’ve ever had.
In this dream I could do just what I like,
So, up I  floated like a funny kite.

And as I looked at the houses down below,
They looked like little mushrooms;
With an orange – yellow glow.

Well, by now I was so very high,
It made me feel quite ill.
I lost my concentration,
Which made me start to fall ....

Faster, faster like a falling brick,
I saw the ground come rushing up
It made me feel quite sick.

And, as I was about,
To hit the ground below;
A voice inside my head
Yelled ‘NO’.

I woke up feeling hot and cold,
And sat up in my bed.
‘Cause I remember people saying....

If you ever hit the ground when falling,
You’ll always end up dead!



By Steve Collins.
Steve Collins
Written by
Steve Collins  Chelmsford, Essex
(Chelmsford, Essex)   
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