My Dream World
I build my castles every day....
And tear them down, again in such a way,
And it is quite a wondrous way to play,
When life is hard and full of pain,
I have my world..
My very, very own,
Where I just love to be alone,
For there I sit without a care
And float upon thin, thin air..
poem by Howard Johnson
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