The Dream
The sun bursts off at dawn while the birds still sleep,
From a dream, I leap.
From out of the nightmare I refreshed myself,
In it, I was an elf.
I was not an assistant to Santa Claus,
An actor I was.
I washed my face and made a cup of coffee,
From the dream I was free.
The sun bursts off at dawn while the birds still sleep,
Waking up I a heap.
To laugh not to weep.
THURSDAY 1st NOVEMBER 2018
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