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Jul 2014
Sometimes I like to dream while I'm awake.
I imagine silly, impossible things, like if everything had a soul & a mind.
Hmm...what would shoes say, I wonder, "get your nasty foot out of here!"
or maybe cry when we run in them.
Sometimes in class I think, would if I made life a musical, by singing everything, with a group of background dancers behind me.
When ever I get a funny idea & laugh aloud, people stop & stare & I say "just a thought."
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