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“Gone with this wind”, he said

“Onto the spin bin, of dreams with this bed”

“Off with his head” they shouted, as he made his way to his  bed’s “sound mit”

Fouted with light and sound; his self doubt, with his banished soul still on the ground,

was bound to be no more, Dreamland’s space-so-outer with the sun’s chainsaw roar,

was bound to have another sleep surrounded tour.

Credits

This old man he played it poured

He was a heaven sent man of war

With a rain rain go away keep me sane today

another journey down neptune’s lane

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5/12/24

12:36pm

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