Short stories, Poems and Random Musings
Tales by the Phantom of the Past
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Sunday, February 20, 2011
GOOD OLD FASHIONED NIGHTMARE
If our dreams are a window to our souls,
Then my database must be corrupted,
I talked to the moon, and it never heard me.
I drove to a destination, and never reached it.
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