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Here comes that dream again. I am 17 not 58 My old  candy apple red 64 mustang convertible Screams it throaty roar. From its straight through muffler. The Beatles are screaming All my lovin. From my favorite 8 track tape. Next to me is Abby Foster Only the hottest girl in my school. She is laughing in joy and slips her hand into mine. I have been fantasizing about her for weeks. Maybe today's the day She will..... Never mind its my dream, right. I love this dream The alarm clock rings and gives me a rude awakening. The scene changes to the Real world on a workday morning. I turn to the middle aged lady In the bed next to me. Gently I awaken her. And kiss her forehead. I say softly. Rise and shine Abby my love. It's 7am.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
Judes Dream.
Here comes that dream again. I am 17 not 58 My old  candy apple red 64 mustang convertible Screams it throaty roar. From its straight through muffler. The Beatles are screaming All my lovin. From my favorite 8 track tape. Next to me is Abby Foster Only the hottest girl in my school. She is laughing in joy and slips her hand into mine. I have been fantasizing about her for weeks. Maybe today's the day She will..... Never mind its my dream, right. I love this dream The alarm clock rings and gives me a rude awakening. The scene changes to the Real world on a workday morning. I turn to the middle aged lady In the bed next to me. Gently I awaken her. And kiss her forehead. I say softly. Rise and shine Abby my love. It's 7am.
Sometimes you get what you need. Jude
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
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