Sleep Poem by Mountain Man
Sleep
Sleep for which we
sail upon
these broken dreams.
dreams of two lovers
walking arm in arm.
Arm of the mystery
a light coming down.
Hey there's Brown the clown.
Clown, a laughter sounds across this
ocean of our dreams.
Dreams into what vortex, Time machine going to future dreams.
This mystery now playing on channel 9.
9 maids are swimming toward you.
You now which one to choose.
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5/10/2024 10:21:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Sleep the wonderful mechanism is ever a subject of importance to all and this poem is so beautiful.