Thursday, September 27, 2012

Poetry from the HW Pack (by GP)

I lay in the sun
looking at the clouds
down the block
on the grassy round hill
around the sandy trail
I had contacted my friend
We had to leave
We picked up speed
I woke up in bed
and raised my head
and I figured out
It was a sweet, 
sweet dream
by GP

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