Dreaming

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    Dreaming

    I was walking down the street,
    With a froggy on my feet.

    Big bird came along,
    And sang the froggy song.

    So I strolled on down the street,
    And I fell down on my knees.

    Tweety came along,
    And sang a sad sweet song.

    I woke up the next morning,
    I was feeling oh so phony.

    I got up out of bed,
    And I fell down on my head.

    I was wishing it was real,
    Because that would be just too cool.

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    wrangler commented on Dreaming

    12-06-2008

    they are all very good nice job

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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