The Somnambulist
Last night I was a somnambulist.
I strolled about in a snowy white mist,
then took to swinging on a branch
that I found upon our 3-acre ranch.
I told my dad, it was very weird.
He said it was the strangest thing he'd heard.
I replied, "I'll snap out of it and clear my head".
I woke up to find it was a dream instead.
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