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Scones and Pancakes
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Created on 2-1-08
As my head hits
the pillow I
fly into space
I dream of a
sweet breakfast;
scones and pancakes
In my dreams I
move on; on to
the next place
This Place
A little slice of Heaven
The loudest
music and
the best
men
No tale
No story
No dwarfs
of seven
I dream of valleys
and canyons;
Heaven in a can
the pillow I
fly into space
I dream of a
sweet breakfast;
scones and pancakes
In my dreams I
move on; on to
the next place
This Place
A little slice of Heaven
The loudest
music and
the best
men
No tale
No story
No dwarfs
of seven
I dream of valleys
and canyons;
Heaven in a can
Please Login to post comments| On March 5th 2008 muse4apoem Said : | |
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Unique I like it! |
| On February 4th 2008 mcihellejane Said : | |
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I liked this one as well. I want to say that your words just "float" across the paper. |
