Dreams

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    Dreams

    The world beyond the sleep of woke.
    There hears your voice of spoke
    To know your words comfort me as a coat.
    Nervousness comes over me as i know what your about to say.
    GO!!
    You say yes as your juices cover my throat.
    Grabbing my head and pushing it into your walls of your thighs.
    Making me feel like Angalou "still i rise" while lookin into your eyes.
    You drip down my neck and all of a sudden I wake and with the thought of "what the hell?"
    It was all and ony a dream.
    I hope this is really I expect and wish.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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