Petals float down and mingle with

Ribbons of grass while I

Am conscious that I am dreaming,

And writing while I sigh.

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Endie

I LIKE to visit Endie’s house

I

She’s like a dream herself,

She has the books I know and love

Upon her reading shelf.

And when I go to her we talk

About the clouds and wind,

And if I drop from clouds to clods

Why; Endie doesn’t mind.

I like the streams, the singing ones,

But Endie likes a fall;

And if I disagee with her

She doesn’t mind at all.

Endie has a thousand things

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