I dreamed I looked through a keyhole
And saw a beautiful tree,
And sitting on the grass below
Was a man who looked like me.
But could he really be myself
While I observed his soul
And even the eye that saw such things
Was less real than the hole?
OK, it's no "Row, Row, Row Your Boat," but then again, what is?
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Wow! Thanks for this post and your last...they made me really happy! How do I buy that album that's coming out? Sounds like a great idea! The poem...did you write it? I just LOVE it...seems like it would be a great song too.
Having a really nice rainy day home with Henry colouring. Don't seem to get much time to do this and I'm feeling like I did when the other kids were little and we weren't quite so busy. I LOVE it!
You're welcome. Wrote it while I was pretending to meditate this morning.
I'll let you know about the compilation; it won't be out for a couple of months, though. Glad you're having such a nice day.
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