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I was gonna read you a poem but i lost it. i wrote it on a napkin then i tossed it It wasn't a good poem the words didn't rhyme and you couldn't read it out in time to Wagner or Debussy but it was mine I lost it and i was sad So i fished it out of the dustbin and this is it

Lazy sunlight seeps through the window,.. spreading warmly across the bed; Blanketing me in familiar comfort days of yore again. … Still is the sound I can hear the beat the wings of a honey bee, irregular buzzing; she seeks entrance through the screen repeatedly. soothing me into oblivion. I am in a sun induced trance and the colors of the rainbow upon, closed eye-lids, dance. ... twirling on toes through a prism. I can hear a familiar voice … I haven’t heard that voice in so long.. And the fresh linens on the clothes-line - have you smelt the breath of sun-shine? :love: faint laughter of a child in the distance.. Yes,.. - I know who that is… And she’s bringing that child some lunch, in the garden.. melancholy,.. in spite of the dream. smiles,. in spite of a heaviness… and doleful, the present day… an awareness of lucid dreaming,... - I could steer this so many ways.. Tears glisten in the corners of sleeping eyes through the throes of