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    Fairytales and fantasies
    To dreamland we fly
    Stoned as hell you’d be
    Once we get there tonight
    On a magic carpet we rode
    Up and down the clouds of hope
    Casting shadows down below
    Through rivers, valleys and slopes
    Feel your blood rising
    As we go further up
    Exhiliration running down u’r spine
    Neither of us wanted to stop.

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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.

    riskoffret’s Poems (7)

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