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No More Dreams

By M. Jay Mansfield

(2-17-02)

I once thought it sad ....

All those dreams I no longer had ....

'Til I woke and realized...

This thing before my eyes...

This life that we share....

Is the biggest fantasy of all....

No pale imagination could ever own up to....

No midnite's sweaty awakening....

Or summer's smiling dream....

No dream could ever equal....

This fantasy of life...

So I sleep in quiet surrender...

Awaiting the end of night....  

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