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Jan 2014
Awoken to the sights and sounds
His body is contorting, teeth are grinding
And his feet are running wild.
Watching in pure amazement, his name is Joshua!
He’s my protΓ©gΓ© and he’s my youngest child.
Letting him fulfill his dreaming task
When he returned back into his body
Where did you go I then did ask?
Murmuring words faster than I can decipher
He started to tell me it is the end of the world
And we all had to wear a gas mask.
Running zombies over while inside
Plexiglas ***** we're now in the futures past.
Rolling along heading to home base
And if they entered inside
All the alarms will then start to blast.
Fighting a battle together side by side
He said also that we did win.
Words cannot describe nor
Feelings can come close to compare
How it feels to know,
In his dreams he let me in!
(SirCARSr. 1-28-14)
Curt A Rivard Sr
Written by
Curt A Rivard Sr  Connecticut
(Connecticut)   
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