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MY DREAM
Had a dream when I slept last night and it all seemed so real.
When I awoke I did not like the way it had made me feel.
I lived on a very high cliff overlooking a canyon below.
As I walked down the outside steps I had to go quite slow.
They were much like soft clay, not made by skillful hands.
And I could see the rocks below where I was sure to land.
I gasped in fear thinking that my life would soon be over.
Tried to grab on to the bank, but it was nothing but clover.
Dreams don’t mean a lot although some would disagree.
But that isn’t an issue here since the one who dreamed was me.
When I think of what took place as I walked in the miry sledge.
This dream could really mean that I am living on the edge.
