-lucid-
Often I wake up and see around
All the smiles & laughs & shouts, they do
The chatters & chirps & the happening hue
Them, with pretty faces and splendid crew
I see, gangs of beauties that tie them tight
Some exquisite personas & some strut types
Some are the jokers & some are ace,
Them, at least own that curve on their face.
Nicely painted and contoured they appear,
All shades of dramatic I encounter,
Even my face gets that curve to settle;
But I AGAIN wake up from this lucid interval.
-Jazz 28/09/14
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