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Old Jul 24, 2005, 12:41 PM
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I DREAM

At the green resting place
My head on his head
Stone

I close my eyes and dream
Of bright, warm light and
Hands

Fingers poking through clouds
Stretching, wriggling they
Reach

I dance with joy and tears
Familiar Old Spice
Scents.

I reach.
I rise.
I dream.