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FLUTTERING DREAMS
As a child I used to dream Of chocolate mountains And lots of ice-cream, candies, But none of that remains. Those dreams did flutter away When I was in high school. Being a librarian Appeared to me so cool. I loved being surrounded By books on all my sides. It was a joy more profound Than a thousand joy rides. But those dreams fluttered away When I had my children. More important to me were My home, hearth and cauldren. Now all of my dreams are gone, I have none left over. I dream only that the Lord May on me grace shower. • Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format. • Initially written as entry 485498 in the book FAITH, NATURE & INSPIRATIONAL, {item: 959448}. Posted as the present static item on 27 July 2008. M C Gupta 4 February 2007
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