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The Dream

I wanted to write my sorrows down,

but then the fourth

of four

ballpoint pens

I placed on the shelf beside my bed

just died.

Now I’ll just wait

for another day

to try again.

I had this dream,

but it was just a feeble gust

of wind lost out at sea.

Once long ago, it passed me by

but by then my sails had broken.


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