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Dreams Are Moth Balls
TGC (16 November / Westport New Zealand)

Dreams Are Moth Balls

you persecute self with strife
you purchase too hectic a life
to sleep perchance to dream
but all dreams are moth balls
sucked down cigarette butts
living on lit red waste fumes
pain relief is swallow pills
drink another cup of coffee
dreams stimulate dreams wake


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

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