Still Dreaming Poem by Cigar Aficionado

Still Dreaming

Rating: 4.5


I lay in my own valley.
My cover is sand.
Food no longer matters.
Politicians feed the hungry
pets with it.
I roll over chasing fleas.
Wishing I could go back to sleep.
Back inside to my cool winter villa.

Thursday, June 18, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: food,pets,winter
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