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[bodytext] => I slept through a dream When I awoke I took a ride Down to the stream Far from home Close to my house There is a swamp Where the bigfoot roam I then pondered as I drove by a little red barn Why does my dog have a tail When it spins No yarn More confused than ever I asked myself This below If I know The unknown Why am I All alone I came upon a crossing guard He asked me what I was going to play I told him Michael Bublé He said turn it off and be on your way A strange man waved me over on the very same day Elvis had drowned he said with a sorrowful frown Sitting on his throne Washing his hair in a bidet As I drove through A covered bridge Red graffiti on the wall proclaimed Led Zep is dead With much sadness I went to a park Stood inline for a ride Written in crayon on the wall for all to see It said the Go-Go's were number one In New Jersey I sampled a buffet on the way Ate like a pig For more than a day I grew further depressed As the sun shined through A rather beautiful blue sky of gray I reflected until it gave me pause Time stood still Must have been an hour Or a moment or two On my way home To a house I do not own The moon blinded me As I rode all alone I walked up to my house Opened a familiar door I had never seen before I stood and wondered Where have I been Was it the beginning Or just the end When I get home To where I live I'll tell the story over and over Once again [comments] => 3 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 73 [informant] => JamesStockdale [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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