The Dream
today we are sitting on a creek bank
feeling the cool breeze run through our hair
a pabst blue ribben between your legs
the smell of honeysuckles in the air
I had a crazy dream last night
about you again
I was floating on the surface
our life was right there
if I could have been a different man
maybe this dream could be
reality
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