As darkness draws in
And daytime comes to an end
A chill fills the air
The breeze carries sounds
Shadows play tricks on the eyes
And the mind needs rest
Soon, sleep will beckon
Filled with wild and varied dreams
The mind recycles
Recycling
2 responses to “Recycling”
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Oh, exactly, Prenin!
Last night I dreamt a surreal episode of Coronation Street where everyone was surrounded just by white, followed by a trip to a drive-through Sainsbury’s where you had to leave the car at the checkouts to pack and pay, before driving off again. The queues were horrendous.
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The Mansionic Perspective 
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