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Submitted by docmaverick on 15 September 2007 - 2:12am.| Updated 15 September 2007 - 3:12am.
Style / Type:
Western Classic
I dreamed of a talking lion
who told me what to do,
I served him all his meals
and cleaned his quarters, too.
I laid amongst the visions
that the heavens, down did send,
I dreamed of individuals
and called each aquaintence, “friend”.
When I awoke I knew that I
would never be the same,
for these individuals and friends
all shared a common name.
And the name they shared was kindness
love and hope was where they were at,
oh, and the part about the talking lion?
‘twas Opie Taylor, my demanding cat!
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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