I dream a dream that I lived on dream cloud nine,
The cloud’s wool was most fine.
I wondered, how would I get there?
A ladder.
A bird.
A boat.
No! No! No! I dreamed my way there.
The place that you will find me is on DREAM CLOUD 9!
Ernestine that is really sweet. How many times have we all dreamt about being on cloud 9. I know I didn't dream my experience about it, I was there on it earlier this year. Top marks and thanks for sharing this with us my friend. Hugs David
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I would like to translate this poem
nice. but i suppose now she is a woman and has 'put away childish things'! now to REALLY see one of YOUR poems. bri :)