The Dream
As eyelids fall, a single yawn
Releases me to sleep.
And so, I walk the land of dreams,
Where playful creatures creep.
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"Ahead! Ahead! no time to spare -
Come, open up the gates!
Ahead! Ahead!" the creatures cry,
"A wonderland awaits!"
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A land where black tarantulas,
Gargantuan in size,
Whilst spinning webs, rectangular,
Sing quiet lullabies.
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Where lions squawk, and parrots roar,
And grizzly bears are green.
And dinosaurs play tug of war,
On giant movie screens.
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Where squirrels swim, and catfish climb
Up monkey puzzle trees.
There's talking toads, reciting rhyme -
Performing poetry.
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But soon, I spy the falling moon,
And hear the songbirds sing,
Then stir from my bizarre cocoon,
As bells begin to ring.
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I rise, and face a brand new day,
And wave the night goodbye.
Then stretch, and slowly wipe away
The dream, from out my eyes.
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