John F. McCullagh
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Storybook Of Dreams
It happened in a darkened room where many strangers sat nearby.
The ceiling was a field of stars, an image of the Fall night sky.
along the walls, in bas-relief, minarets of a Moroccan town.
I crunched my Popcorn and slurped my Coke, impatient for it to begin.
Now all grow quiet as we gazed in wonder at the