23 April 2012

The dream began at 12 o'clock, The train flew down onto the dock, The sheep, they barked, inside the wood, I would not wake up if I could.

The clock striked ten at half past one, World War 4 had just begun, Adolf Hitler rode his segway, But was boiled up à la the egg-way.

Now, the dream is almost over, The tundra full of new-grown clover, The atmosphere was too intense, Too bad this dream made perfect sense!

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