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Dark, Dreary, Wicked Dreams
By
Charles Vander Vennet Sleeping soundly, dreaming wicked dreams Dark and dreary, somewhat weary Running through a hall With doors leading nowhere Or maybe everywhere. Footsteps loud and banging, Stepping through one door To a room of black. All alone with no one 'round, Scared and trembling on the floor Should I turn back Or go forward Through the unknown To the unknown Perhaps you'd be there And that'd make all worthwhile, The dark, dreary, wicked dreams, They'd all be worth it Just to be with you. © 2006 Charles
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