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                       The poodle looks down at me
                       I don't want you to be a poodle --
                       Nothing to write about poodles.

                       I wish him away.

                       A Christmas tree in the sky.
                       No good --
                       Please fly

                       A mountain.
                       Three peaks;
                       Two women,
                       A man.

                       Too late.

                       My far away prince,
                       Watching over me
                       From within a new cloud.

                       Oops, he disappears
                       Behind a cotton mountain.

                       He's back --
                       Larger now,
                       But fast asleep,
                       Unaware of me.

                       In the east,
                       An embryo, floating alone.
                       Go away!


                       Mountains, rivers, valleys,
                       Tinged with rainbow hues.
                       The sun's rays radiate.

                       In a booming voice, my prince speaks:
                       "Nothing clear in the clouds today.

                       Stop dreaming!"




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