Rod Morris

(14-09-1934 / Auckland, New Zealand)

Dreams


A bad dream came when I was small
Something chased me down the hall
It turned out not to be that bad
Cause I was rescued by my Dad
He cuddled me in his own bed
He soon soothed me by what he said
Good dreams bad dreams come to play
When you wake up they've gone away

Submitted: Sunday, September 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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All part of growing up, this really happened to me.

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