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Here I dreamt I was a vintage paper rock poster
dancing dancers, starry sequined prancers, musicians and toasters
with glass or groupie girl in hand
giving a hand to the newly inducted
Thumbing one’s nose to the bravado and the main stream boasters
Until it is too much to stand

Here I dreamt I was a weathered and wild sailor
Taming the breeze and tasting the seas in every port of call

Of sorts
Courting the waves
And standing for the ready at the ships jutting mast

And again in the waters my line is seductively cast
I cast aside my fears and finally; at last
I am free of my own fumbling plans

When the ocean’s vastness bring me to your well groomed door

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