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Dreams III
dancing through my dreams
there's a valley of golden slumber
and the warmth of a tropical light
in a blue house made of lumber
a cowboy riding banjos
with wild chiffon bandana
grows wings for his dismount
then smiles in the spookiest manner
breakfast is served with sliced hor d'oeuvres
while the cat barks a chequered dog
fingers of sparking embers
on the fire without a log
sunsets in the east
and there's a moonrise every hour
in this weirdness my eyes dart around
till I rise and regain my power
Poetry by Eli
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Written on 2009-04-04 at 16:23
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