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About This Poem
Another World
From the other side of the world
In the quiet of our sleep,
Some friends perhaps we’ll never see
Into our postings creep.
To them our world is upside down.
We’re standing on our heads.
When we awake to read their words,
They’re dreaming in their beds.
Our winter is their summer
Their fall is our new spring.
More different than alike are we
Except in this one thing.
We are members of the beloved Soup
I am sure we’ll all agree.
We’re alike in reading, writing,
Memorizing poetry.
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