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I had a dream just between me. Me on my own and but not alone. I found my pace As I drempt of this place A fine replace That had such a grace. Beside a tree there was me. Where it was free just to be me. With my cloak at hand by the old oak on land l had a joke for all the folks With a tear in my eye not much of a sti l looked at the sky to say goodbye I seen a cloud It looked like a foul he was pretty loud just sitting all proud His feathers jesting but not a pesting Got you guessing he was just a resting I then looked over over my shoulder to see what was over just over the boulder. Over the boulder there was a shoulder some big man with quite a big tan He said, "come here!" from his beard With a big tear He said... "What are you doing here my dear?" I said to him... "sitting with you! you big galout! your just my size! and not too wise!" I found my friend behind the bend What a day and what a friend. kt
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
The Day...
I had a dream just between me. Me on my own and but not alone. I found my pace As I drempt of this place A fine replace That had such a grace. Beside a tree there was me. Where it was free just to be me. With my cloak at hand by the old oak on land l had a joke for all the folks With a tear in my eye not much of a sti l looked at the sky to say goodbye I seen a cloud It looked like a foul he was pretty loud just sitting all proud His feathers jesting but not a pesting Got you guessing he was just a resting I then looked over over my shoulder to see what was over just over the boulder. Over the boulder there was a shoulder some big man with quite a big tan He said, "come here!" from his beard With a big tear He said... "What are you doing here my dear?" I said to him... "sitting with you! you big galout! your just my size! and not too wise!" I found my friend behind the bend What a day and what a friend. kt
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
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