nothing in a dream
is what it seems
to me..
can you picture
what it is to read
some literature
on some obscure
cloud where everyone is
blind..
except the trip
to the next avenue
of thought..
is left you bereft
and only wanting
of escape of the scrape
gotta get away
or so they say..
can you tell me sir
when does the next train
leave here on a Saturday?
By Rick Weber
April 4, 2013
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