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At the Edge of a Dream

The sound what a sound What a rumbling kind of sound I hear deep-in-the-ground-sound An earthquaking sound Coming closer now the sound Coming, I fear to tell me Something is falling From the sky it is falling For eternity falling Bright object falling Faster-now-faster falling Falling, I fear upon me This phenomenon is called "Hypnic Jerk" more common among people with sleep disorders and/or the elderly

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/17/2013 1:22:00 AM

here is a very interesting one I somehow never saw before. I hope I never dream this one!! They'd call me chicken little. yes, that was my Mustang that I put into the poem, but sadly, the Mustang is long gone. Or maybe you saw my Mitubisi. I traded that one in for the Kia three years ago.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/17/2013 1:22:00 AM

thanks for visiting me on FB. Though Republican, you are sure a sweetheart. hahaha

Sara Kendrick

Date: 7/18/2012 1:24:00 PM

Interesting information..Is this the same as restless leg syndrome?...Thanks for stoppiing by my work..Yes, the work was about our trip from our home to the Flint River..First our yard then Potato Creek area that we crossed then the area near and Flint River..Thanks for asking..It was the trip for my husband to see spinal surgeon..Sara