I think I'll tell my friends,
I'm going to live in my dreams,
Who I take, that just depends,
All this twaddle is not what it seems,
Radioactive neon spiders,
Won't be a bother to you,
Unless you sprout wings,
And you learn how to fly,
No places for scoundrel's,
And making amends,
Going to ditch the door handles,
And just keep my friends,
Going to tell my friends,
I'm going to live in my dreams,
Going to tell my friends,
It's not what it seems,
You can't be invited,
Cos' your already there,
But you can live in yours,
If you really dare.
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I think I'll tell my friends, I'm going to live in my dreams, Who I take, that just depends, All this twaddle is not what it seems, living in ones own dreams that leads to reality. very good poem. tony