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There was a place I used to go as a young boy with my dog,
To lose myself in dreams on adventures as a young Hawg.
I loved this time by myself in my dreamland place out there,
That I have written about in this story poem to me so dear. Continue reading
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This morning after my first blog after my miserable rest,
I dropped off to a deep sleep sitting in my easy chair nest.
I was dreaming so vividly sitting there so deeply involved,
About fishing in a heated dock at Grand lake so resolved. Continue reading
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Pam worked yesterday teaching 5th graders again,
So I was home all by myself kind of bored in the den.
I asked Alexa to shuffle Bob Will’s songs on Prime,
And that Western Swing music started playing so fine. Continue reading
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Sometimes things just aren’t what they may seem.
And you wonder if you are really just having a dream.
I recall one time when I was writing a blog late at night.
I saw a fantasy illusion that did give me a big fright. Continue reading
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Back a while ago when I got some new medications,
I would doze off in my easy chair and have hallucinations,
Kind of in a dream state with stressful things occurring,
Until I woke up perspiring after bad visions incurring. Continue reading
Sometimes my wife Pam goes off to Never Never Land,
Staring blankly off in space ignoring my verbal commands,
To snap out of her dream and come back to this world,
From that place she has gone to on her fantasy twirl. Continue reading
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I had this place down behind our home as a young kid,
Where I used to go to get away before I went to bed.
There was a big patch of summer clover down there,
Covered with small white flowers on it everywhere.
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Sometimes when I’m all alone sort of feeling blue,
I drift off to dream to a very special place, it’s true,
Where I used to play with our whole family each year,
Loving every minute of our special time spent there. Continue reading
Our daughter Tamara visited our home last week,
Helping us do some things while we often did speak,
Of things we did together way back in the far past.
One thing we discussed was our imaginations so vast. Continue reading
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I’m an old and decrepit man that is not mobile at all,
That figured a way to go back in history to have a ball.
With out even getting out of my reclining easy chair.
So I’ll tell you how here in this poem to with you share. Continue reading