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life seems but just a dream
for some a nightmare

whether one sleeps on a cushioned bed
or on a wood on a hard floor,

the sleeper wakes up seeing the sun shine
or the arrogant drippings of the rain

passing through his window
leaking through his roof

facing the day with joy and laughter
or a glint of sorrow in his heart.


12 September 1983

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