Beyond the sandman’s land of dreams
Past clouds in swirls of white
Keep going through the nightmare zone
That lurks to give you fright
Move quickly through the land of nod
It’s sure to make you yawn
Now take a left and travel east
You must be there by dawn
The place you seek is waiting land
It’s full of half dreamt dreams
Where nothing ever has an end
And is not quite what it seems
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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