hmmmdreamishy

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    hmmmdreamishy

    I want to hop into my dreams
    in the middle of the day
    and walk upside down on Saturn
    while i play freeze tag under the ladder,
    and jump off of a cliff
    just to fly all around
    but get a running start
    or i shall hit the ground.
    i wonder where my jelly bean sword went??
    i can't catch that rain maker with out it
    and why does my ball keep getting smaller and smaller
    and why does my hands get bigger and bigger
    i want to be the great queen..
    with the cold stone bear
    while hold plenty of diamonds in my fine hair
    where is the muffin man with my dragon pea cake?
    and what is that noise? beep beep beep beep
    oh no, not again
    my goodness I'm an hour late.

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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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