| General Poetry posted January 6, 2005 | Chapters: |
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a dream
A chapter in the book If The Jester Cried At Night
Alice
by mrgrunty
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The wind was blowing
the sails moved gently I fell into sleep. The grass soft and moist morning dew on my hair I sit up. A house, it was but run down now To look around. The little girl from story books I've never read. With watching eyes I take it in Remembering. I awake the sails are still The wind is gone. |
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