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Nighttime Wonders

There is a place, a magical wonderland that sits at the end of your mind, and everybody dead and living goes there when they are tired. It is a place that is special and is diffrent to stand to your approval. It is a nighttime wonder only open from eleven to five and you can only come, if you truely believe. It is a place where the streets are paved gold, peace runs through every corner and avenue, no jails, no hospitals because there is no crime and no sickness. The skies are always blue, and the clouds are all white, the sun is blazing hot and the woman all give you a wink of an eye and all blow you kisses, where the men want to be you, and where the women want to sleep with you. It is a nighttime wonder, a special place, in the back of your mind. It is real, not imaginary, nothing is fake about this place, this is where dreams come true, where there are no cancers, headaches, toothaches, no wars, no enemies, no hangovers, no schools, no politicians, no lawyers, no greed, no sin, no temptation, no demons or devils; everything is beautiful, and everything grand. A piece of Heaven on Earth. Everyone is happy, all with a smile on their face, not a frown in sight. Songs are sung with the most beautiful of voices and the sweetest of songs sung. This place is a nighttime wonder. When you tuck yourself under the sheets, grab your pillow, or girlfriend, or boyfriend husband or wife, or even your favorite stuffed friend, we all go to this special nighttime wonderland. A place of joy, a place of happiness, a place where you go to forget and enjoy, a mini vacation. Till that alarm clock's annyoing buzz comes on and pulls you out of that nighttime wonder and places you back into reality.

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