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(freewriting)
It was just a dream
The coloured fence
And how my head
Fit into your neck
The bustling street
Where our car is parked
But we never drive
We just rather walk
My morning tea
You look forward to after
An uneventful night of
Watching tv ...
The coloured fence
And how my head
Fit into your neck
The bustling street
Where our car is parked
But we never drive
We just rather walk
My morning tea
You look forward to after
An uneventful night of
Watching tv ...
