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Dream Street
when you doze and slumber
you drift into streets of
vagabond dreams:
street artist and soothsayers
begging for a 'dream a penny', 'five for a dollar',
buskers, who play reminiscences,
palm readers and wrinkle whisperers,
fortune tellers with smokey crystal balls,
clowns who want to make you laugh,
jokers who want to scare you witless with nightmares,
artists keen to show you up as graffiti on walls,
street-food vendors peddling food and aromas,
late-night delights down red-light lanes
roll up, roll up, and be dared
to see what the troupe of tramps
will reveal in your dream-time,
for which you have no choice:
where you go,
when you stop,
who you meet,
what unfolds,
as the script is lucid
and all locked-in to
whether you like it or not,
so open the door, take a seat, lean back
and partake what vagabond
dreams will befall on you
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