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A dreamer
He would always
Be
Nestled
High up in a
Tree
Where his thoughts
They did roam
Free
Nestled
High up in a
Tree
Apart from reality
Unlike you and
Me
Nestled
High up in a
Tree
As time revealed
And all could
See
A dreamer
He would always
Be
Out of My Write Mind 
Such a delightful cadence!
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Thanks, Violet.
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Hi, I am in search of a fellow blogger who would be willing to go a guest blog post. Would you be interested?
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I appreciate your invitation, Heather. But, I always seem to be short of time and must decline. I hope you can find a participant.
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Hope he doesn’t sleep-walk!
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Now that would be a problem!
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Beautiful poem Sandy. Thanks for joining in.
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Happy to do so, Sadje. Thanks for the prompt!
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My pleasure
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Wonderful poem, Sandy!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks.
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Nothing wrong with a little dreaming… great poem!
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome.
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