when I wake up in my dreams
I see the memories that live in
between the seams of
and on sleep and good morn
I find you have gone
to the blaring glaring horn
when I wake on sleepy street
watching all the bubble gum bubbles
float on by
I see the all
the woulda shoulda couldas
wave goodbye.
when I wake up
and find dreams of you
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
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