Dreams


Dreams can be almost anything:
A flying pig, or a squirrel that sings.
Dreams can be in any place...
They can be in outer space.
In the sky or on the ground,
Killer whale spinning 'round and 'round.
Counting sheep:one, two, three.
I'm trying to sleep, don't bother me.

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