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[nazreject369]

Last night I dreamt the trees were talking,
as the ceiling fans began to sing.
The tables began to dance around,
as the Virgin Mary kneeled and prayer.
My secrets spilled out of my diary,
as my mind fell on the floor...
The candles burst into flame like the sun,
and the hairties flew across the air.

I dreamt the lamps were daisies,
swaying to the sounds...
provided by the instruments
as they paraded above the ground.
Every appliance was mingling,
the jewelery boasted of their stones,
the dishes twirled below the ceiling,
as I held onto my secret zone.

I dreamt the mirrors were windows;
windows to the past.
The grill was roasting hot dogs
for the guests who chosen't to fast.
The brooms and mops were hovering
slightly above the the floor.
Then as I woke it all was done,
and I secretly wished for more.