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Dreams of You

last night i dreamt of you and me hand in hand lying under the trees i'd left my hand for a kiss so sweet you'd look at me and our eyes would meet my eyes drift closed as your lips brushed mine i want you like this for the rest of time we stood and walked along the bank for this is paradise, its you i thank i hear you whisper "J'ador tu" i softly say i love you too but something seems a little wrong i think a bit, but then you're gone when i awake my fist clenched and i finally remembered; you never spoke french

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Date: 1/12/2010 6:52:00 AM
Dreams can be crazy but sometimes prophetic as well. Perhaps there is a French lady in your future. Let me check the crystal ball, Kevin...why yes, the image is getting clearer now. Enjoyed this one! Je t'ador, Carolyn
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