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a dream that cried

I saw a dream that cried
Riding the bus, passed the tractors
And construction to the outside of town
Not a farm but a field
A small ranch with a slight mess in the yard
A place for the animals to run
A swing and a lawn with no fence
Whistler or Hopper I can never remember
It was American, subtly surrendered
Just a regular house, almost
At the countryside
...
I died a little in time

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