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Last week I had the strangest dream, where everything was exactly how it seemed. There was neer any mystery of who shot John F. Kennedy. It was just a man with something to prove, slightly bored and severely confused. He steadied his rifle with his target in the center, and became famous on that day in November.
Again last night I had that strange dream where everything was exactly how it seemed. Concerns about the world getting warmer. People thought they were just being rewarded for treating others as they'd like to be treated, for obeying stop signs and curing diseases, for mailing letters with the adress of the sender. Now we can swim any day in November.
Again last night I had that strange dream where everything was exactly how it seemed. Concerns about the world getting warmer. People thought they were just being rewarded for treating others as they'd like to be treated, for obeying stop signs and curing diseases, for mailing letters with the adress of the sender. Now we can swim any day in November.