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May 2014
The pillow acts out legends
and my eyelids sing sweet nothings.
The sandman dances slowly and the sunlight waits in patience.
I set adrift a bottled message in strange waters as I drift away.
"Send me wishes,
send me dreams,
send me jesters dressed as kings.
They'll find me soaring through
the night o'er moonlight highways on sleepy wings."
BarelyABard
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BarelyABard  Nowhere
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   mybarefootdrive, --- and Jodi
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