don sagraves Poems

Deep within my memory there's a tree beside a stream
Where in my childhood days I would stare at the sky and dream.
Of places that I dare to go, and places that I care to go,
and all the things I wanted so, so distant the always seemed
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Sometimes I think that I think too much.
And sometimes I escape reality and completely lose touch.
Then my mind starts working and the words begin to rhyme,
And I always write them down when I find the time.
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