Wakey, Wakey, it is five,
covers yanked while you're not looking.
Time to stretch and feel alive,
in the oven bread is cooking.
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So do I, so do I. Do you think that a vivid imagination could sometimes turn into reality, like when you wake up in the morning and you don't yawn but your mouth is so wide open because your dream has come true? Talk about lucky - there's got to be a better word.Perhaps supercalifragilisti.....
Herbert, this is endearing. And here we get to see the playful side of the story. I hope to see more! adria
I used to have a very wild imagination, but not anymore. There's too many layers of reality to see the dreams...that's why there are great poems...temporary dreams.. =) Thanks for your contributions..