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Fantasies
Flirting
Fantasies flirting
Slow waltzing my mind
I roll out of bed
Try to unwind,
Just before sunrise
It’s dark and it’s cool
Birds begin singing
A serenade to a fool,
Don’t diss your dreams
They’re alive you know
Tell us what’s real
Your dream or this show,
So I go back to bed
You’re there standing by
You tango me off
Away under the sky.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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