Dream Mama

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    Dream Mama


    The Mama in my dreams
    She's little and She's Black
    She's got arms long as trees
    She uses them to Hug me.

    She's got eyes a little sad
    If she smiles i never see
    But i draw Love from her
    Like Honey from a Bee

    My my my my Dream Mama
    Dream me well all night.

    My Dream Mama's lips are
    the color of a rose
    Softened by the Dew
    And they're wet like that too.

    She puts me in Bed
    Then she turns out the light
    But i'm never scared
    Cause i know that she's there...

    My my my my Dream Mama
    Dream me well all night.

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    Phoenix9 commented on Dream Mama

    08-15-2009

    very nice and reflects a childhood memory of a life with lots of love

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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