| A Simple Dream |
| There he sleeps, passed out on my couch. Not a sound he makes. Could he be dreaming? One wonders what he dreams about. Could it be a paradise just out of reach? Maybe he's running along a distant shore. Perhaps a bit closer to home, playing his favorite game. Maybe he's flying, fast among the clouds. Soaring high. Does he dream in color, or a modest black and white? One wonders what he dreams about. |
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