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Jonathan Larbi

4/13/15
Period 4
My Dreams By Jonathan Larbi
Without my dreams I am like a rock
The rock is covered in stinky socks
My dreams luster in my eyes
If they were food they would taste like pie
My dreams are horses I ride towards the sun
They make me happy and I have so much fun
Therefore feebleminded are people who put away their dreams
For theirs is water, but turned into steam

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