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Dreams

I was told, To meet a tadpole, Who slept on the slop, Near the north pole. Done! I said And went ahead, Marching in the freezing dead. I walked, I hopped And I stopped, realized, My mind's plot. A dream's fantasy But comforting in reality, A solo journey Travelled in sleep.

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