GHOST and mermaids,
sailing in my head,
laughter fills my cup, as
i lay in this cold bed.
THE clock ticks, and
ticks away, then i fall
asleep, and wake to a
mourning of flowers, and
a stiff worm drink.
Sounds like a recipe for a hangover, but we hope that you get plenty of rest love duncan x
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I would like to translate this poem
ONCE A DREAM...NEVER A DREAM...I DREAMT OF THAT DREAM.... PICTORIALS A FLYIN'...STELLAR WORK, DAVID...10! '''''''''''''''FRANK