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DREAMS IN JUNE

I was in a balloon
Flying over the moon
While whistling a song
And singing a tune

Then I saw the clouds play
And fly far far away
I lifted my ear
To hear what they say

Come and follow me quick
Before your feet stick
To the ground below
Where the air is thick

So I picked up a wish
And jumped with the Fish
His fin in my hand
I juggled a dish

The Cow stuck on the moon
Sings a song in June
He has to get home
Before soon is noon

Heard a bird peep peep peep
My dreams soft and deep
In a field in Fall
I’d drifted to sleep

LISTEN TO ME READ

I wrote this poem when my head was full of dreams of youth while I drifted off on a warm sunny day this past June.

DREAMS IN JUNE

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