Dreaming

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    Dreaming

    I was walking down the street,
    With a froggy on my feet.

    Big bird came along,
    And sang the froggy song.

    So I strolled on down the street,
    And I fell down on my knees.

    Tweety came along,
    And sang a sad sweet song.

    I woke up the next morning,
    I was feeling oh so phony.

    I got up out of bed,
    And I fell down on my head.

    I was wishing it was real,
    Because that would be just too cool.

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    wrangler commented on Dreaming

    12-06-2008

    they are all very good nice job

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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