dreamroom
i want to dream of pretty white clouds
and the greenest grass
i want to dream of picnics in the park
and soft kisses that last
i want to dream of knowing how to swim
and a bathing suit in which i look grand
i want to dream of my soul mate and making love under the clouds
in the grass of the park...
but i always dream of bathrooms.
This poem was written by soulspin on Apr 28, 2000.
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