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MY DREAM LAST NIGHTI had a dream just last night, sweetheart, I thought it was real because I did feel it; In my vision I was the man every girl dreams of, I was a male journalist, so handsome and passionate. Women were running after me, they cried for me, But despite the beauties that sorrounded myself, I was still looking for you, o my dear beloved, But no matter how I tried you're nowhere to be found. I went up the hill to the mountain I climbed, I crossed the ocean and scrutinized every place; I was so determined to search for you, my love, And never needed women nor wealth without you. Then I woke up and I missed you so dearly, I gave you a ring and we talked for a long time; Back to reality you love me, Vivian, for who I am, That's why I'm thankful I finally found you at last! -SALLIE/080604 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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