Daydreams
Have you ever dreamed.... That you were in candy land and saw the greatest sights And once it hit sunrise the day was very bright.
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Have you ever dreamed.... That you were in candy land and saw the greatest sights And once it hit sunrise the day was very bright.
I met a snowman on my way, Just the other day, I said hello and how are you, But he hadn't much to say.
Mr Snow, the snowman One eye closed, the other winking Made of coal, with a carrot for a nose Around his neck, a scarf wound tight Woolly hat complete his clothes What does he think as he stands...
Once I had a dragon Bartholomew was his name The other dragons teased him But I loved him all the same Once I had a dragon And I hugged him all to bits He used to keep me warm at night And I used to...
Wouldn't it be something if the moon were made of cheese And casually placed tenners were carried gently on the breeze That there was a shop of dreams and it was buy one get ten free Then we could...
It's snowing My excitement is growing And when I go outside my cheeks will be glowing. Will it stick. Will there be ripe snowballs to pick Or a crunchy white carpet that's nice and thick.
Lights. Camera. Action,. Visual. Satisfaction,. Even in. Black and white,. Acting makes. The colour. Shine bright,. Atmospheric. Connections. Through the. Screen,. Brings the colours. Alive, makes.
#bestofopuss (really proud of the last line and title idea on this one). Sleeping soundly with mind full of sweet. A warm comfy bed is hard to beat. Chocolate dreams taking over my brain.
Today he ran from home. Saying goodbye to everything he'd known. He pack everything he needed including a map. Into his little knapsack. Off to the road he went. City before night fall hell bent.
There's a little girl in a meadow messing around in pure glee. I standing there, wondering where the source of her cheer may be. In garden blossoms she dances and leaps.
Fluffy animals are such lovely things, Unlike anything You've ever seen. Cute and perfect, filled with glee, Kryptonite surely to you and me.
Hello again, and today is Sunday, January 6, 2013. When you read stories from a book on a page, your imagination brings life to a new realm. A new realm that you and only you will see.
Sitting on the step at the bottom of my stairs. Not doing very much, just brushing golden hair. A hundred strokes each and every day. My mum she often used to say. As I sit and brush each strand.
You're my little bit of fiction, Keeping my feet just above ground. My little piece of unreal, I'm lyrics and you're my sound. But that's just it, you're fiction. A mere scene within my head.
Long long ago there lived two kids there names was Ben and Molly.
On my own. Pretending he's beside me. All alone. I walk with him till morning. Without him. I feel his arms around me. And when I lose my way I close my eyes. And he has found me.
The strains of music- You know the type- That make you just Want to soar and spin Laugh and drink Kick up your heels Let down your hair- It now reaches my ears And I stay immobile.
Lulled into sleep,. Dreams are mine to keep,. Full of colour and glee,. Dreams of my spirit running free,. Smells as fresh as cut grass,. Seasons change and I watch them pass,.
A rustle by the window. Pounding feet walking in. Moon light dancing through the corridors. What monster has come in. Sweating nervously. Trying not to make a sound. As I hear a scratching noise.
Close your eyes and go to sleep Yes, right now, not next week Close your eyes and count to ten Fairytale you want. I'll grab a pen Close your eyes and listen Tell me, what do you hear.
There was once a little bunny Who was always there for me When I was feeling terrible Or if I was lonely.
Will you picture this, blank-canvas style, will you give me a moment - it'll only take a while... A journey to a far off land, come, here, child - let me take your hand.
If I were a crocodile,. I'd make sure that I'd give you a smile. If I were fuzzy wuzzy bear,. I'd use the straighteners on my fuzzy wuzzy hair,. &. If I were a butterfly.
I look into a sheet of glass, And see another me.. I stare at it, abrupt, aghast. Why does it look like me. I wave my hand and wiggle my nose, And talk to it aloud..