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Futurist

The Futurist I was looking into the magic box of colours and saw a kaleidoscope of dreams ready to be released to those with a vision. A saw the dream of a farm hand and his milk maid girlfriend they were getting married and the dream was to lease a bit of land and start a pig breeding farm. A dream measured to the reality of what was possible. Most dreams in the box were fanciful, the ones one smiles about in mature years, yet worth dreaming as it makes the dreamer aware of colours shifting hue. Sifting through discarded dreams I didn´t find mine, which I was glad of, because my dream has yet to be fulfilled.

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Date: 1/28/2014 8:27:00 AM
This is magic Jan. Reminds me of my granddaughter's snow globes and sorcerers and happy dreams always to come. Another favorite now.
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jan oskar hansen
Date: 1/28/2014 1:47:00 PM
thank you Kathy, funny what you can see in a kaleidoscope
Date: 1/27/2014 4:25:00 PM
i enjoyed this poem, especially the ending...
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jan oskar hansen
Date: 1/28/2014 1:47:00 PM
thank you Ilene
Date: 1/27/2014 5:23:00 AM
Jan, Great one. Very enjoyable. S
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jan oskar hansen
Date: 1/27/2014 4:13:00 PM
thank you Steven Clark