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Imps dream


The clouds are running
away from the sky
Mr

. sun is coming
Making us dry

The wind goes
from cold to hot
The asphalt is melting
in the parking lot

Oh noes, what’s up?
A volcano shoots from the ground
The terror, the horror
Oh, I wish the rain would fall on our mound

The water is flowing
in a huge stream
And I wake in a puddle of sweat
Thank God, it was all just a dream

7

. november 2006


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