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A silly poem about a dream today:
In a dream of mine
The world was an
Underground tunnel
You could live two lives
You could sleep on the
Speeding train or
Jump off the train into
A wonderful underground
Lake and there play
All day with silver vessels
Making vegetable
Soup splashing in
The warm water.
I love speeding trains
And splashing in
Underground lakes but
Was glad on waking
Up that I had more than
These two choices in life.
I really did have that dream, complete with vegetable soup. It got me thinking about invention, memory, boundaries, and how the mind works.
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