Jessy's Dream

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    Jessy's Dream

    I'm just a little boy that you can see, but when I dream I am more
    then me. When I sleep I do and say all the things I can't do during the day. There are no mountains way to high, I spread my wings and start to fly. I drive a car or ride a bike or sometimes I just take a hike. I
    swim the oceans and paddle the seas, there is so much for me to see. I play with the fish and talk to the birds, and they understand all of
    my words. I swim like a fish and can't you see this is only one of the
    things I'm going to be. Its hot on the sun and cold on the moon and
    now I guess I'll be home soon. When I open my eyes, my mom will be there, she'll pick me up and hug me, which shows me she cares.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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