poems so beautiful
the world would smile and weep
before returning to its very troubled sleep.
Dingo the Dissident
THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.
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1 comment:
Ha. I sleep like a rock. Almost never recall dreams...for years now.
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