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Sweet Dreams


The Wind blew and i could hear the floor creak. The sun is about to go down so its time to put the kids to sleep. I look out the window, but the tree is in my way, They must knock the tree down so i can see the path i take. I turn out the lights and said good night and fell asleep dreaming of a peaceful dream and couldn't wait til the morning to see if the tree is knock down so i can go down my pathway and follow my sweet sweet dream.
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BreBear
a day when i dont have a mind of my own.

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