THE DREAM

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A life,
A wife.
A nice neighborhood. That would be good.
9-5, that would make me feel alive
Weekends free for my wife and me.
I watch TV. Sports.
Friends.
The American dream
I'll work all day, and be home on my way
A picket fence of white, day or night.
That wiyld be alright, A home, no longer alone.
A tree-lined street, that would be neat.

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