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Daydreams


Falling so lightly to the ground White ice sparkling like thousands of diamond rings covering my feet Never ending roads like lines to infinity Peanuts covering the stadium and balls falling high as if reach tops of rocky sky high mountains Nose tingling just before those delicious layers of meat, eggs, and bacon flavor my muth Mouthful of fllavor with every bite Every Sunday waking up before jumping into a nice hot shower that fogs the glass Lay out my neatly ironed slacks with my purple blouse on the bed Church singing beautifully like sounds of a mother's new born baby crying Kids run around playing after service is over Country southern accents being spoken all around Momma's delicious home cooking being prepared every Sunday Dribbling white and black soccer balls down the cut green growing grass Sropping briefly as someone moves to stop me Moving quickly past and booting the shiny white and black ball into the goal Now; standing guarding best as possible Ball moves toward me, blocking then kicking So high looks like it could have been a bird; back down into the goal
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erielbirdsong
This a one great free-verse poem.

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