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“At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what’s true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden” (having a Bob Dylan memory fest)1 member liked this post.
LMAO
I recall the great poet sceppers lecturing me on how not every line of a poem has to rhyme…..er…whats this poem all about then?…..LMAO RATF PML
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