Dream Shelf
My secret spot here on the shelf where I can float in my dreams and be myself. Dance with roses that grow in the yard, or train elephants, it cant be that hard. Sail a ship among the trees past a cloud with just the right breeze. Love, my story's that carry me far. One day, who knows, I may touch a star. My secret spot here on the shelf, where I can float in my dreams and be myself.
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