I don't know what I was thinking. I must have been having tacos that day.
Dreams © Donna Rae Lands
Dreams it seems are surely delayed….
These are the times for all to be played…
No Tin Pan Alleys or Dirty Sally’s…
Rainstorms come and tomalley’s go…
Life is a bowl of cherries for the midnight show…
Dreams it seems are for control and command…
Installation and delivery are part of their plan…
Today is the time for the play of dismay…
All is mixed up for the ding dong dallies…
No Tin Pan Alleys or Dirty Sally’s
Just be in the know for your honored soul…
Rainstorms come and tomalley’s go…
Push your weight and pull your tow…
Life is a bowl of cherries for the midnight show…
Listen to the visions and revisions of what they say…
Today is the time for play and dismay…
No fooling around to the sound of busy rays…
All is mixed up for the ding dong dallies…
Mountain glory is for the sinking valley’s…
Just be in the know for your honored soul…
Dreams are meant to achieve…
Tin Pan Alleys and Dirty Sally’s are meant to believe…
Just be aware of knowing what to share…
And you’ll always remember how to care…
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