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| Imagination, my old friend.
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Moving painlessly through the branches of my imagination
I run in to you.
Who are you?
Hiding here in the corners where I so often dare not go!
I feel that we have met some place before
Or maybe it’s deja vu
What’s that?
Really!
Let me see, yes I remember now!
Many years ago, my days of “Cowboys and Indians”
Of “Bad Guys Vs Good”
Report cards of “are you listening to a word I say?” and
“So hard to stay on task, always in a world of his own”
Now, I remember you old friend, I feel awful for leaving you alone,
Let us go off and have ourselves an adventure.
What’s that you say?
No sorry, we call them “Native American’s” these days.
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Posted by donchering on 2008-02-12 21:56:29 | Rating: | Views: 40
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