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Another Dream

I am put up in a guesthouse room,
Located above on three steps of stone;
I enter, find only toilet, no bathroom,
And in the centre, a big hole near which
Three old heavy white-metal locks lie;
I meddle with them, and soon one falls
From my hand, down sixty feet to cellar
Where men live: I am watching
With fear it might fall on some head:
But it doesn’t, I am still worried, all look up,
To only assure that they’d fetch up the lock.
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Lawrence Beck 19 October 2008
I enjoyed this one a great deal. Larry
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