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Sep 2014
They told me I was dreamer

So I fell asleep forever

I figured the world was changing

And my dreams could just get better

But the dreams became chronic

Some called it an addiction

Now dreaming is getting old

It’s become more of an affliction

Now I’m just waiting

To be awoken form my slumber

Like Rip Van Winkle

My waking days are numbered
Christopher Lowe
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Christopher Lowe  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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