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Teach me to fly

What if we threw dreams like parties?
We'd invite all our friends
stand there holding plastic red cups of homemade margaritas
chat up a stranger
"Great dream, huh?"
"yeah, I've never skied on telephone wires or talked to pandas."
"True, but did you see her neighbor's kid snuck in to throw a temper tantrum?"
If mine was good enough, you'd invite me to yours, right?
Maybe then I'd finally stop losing my teeth and you'd teach me to fly.
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  1. AnonymousFebruary 24, 2010 at 3:18 PM

    Just please, keep me away from the neverbeentoclassandnowIhavetotakethefinalandI'mnotwearinganything dreams!
    mja

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  2. JudithFebruary 24, 2010 at 5:02 PM

    Love, love, love this.

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  3. Karin MitchellFebruary 24, 2010 at 8:36 PM

    Thanks, Judith.
    And nope, never had a naked dream. Well, other than the good kind.

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  4. meFebruary 25, 2010 at 8:30 AM

    My dreams have been crazy! Nyquil does it to a girl, I guess...

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  5. JudithFebruary 25, 2010 at 8:58 AM

    This poem is so awesome I came back to read it again. Love the concept. Srsly.

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  6. StringedmusicApril 7, 2010 at 7:59 AM

    I like this poem. SUPER LIKE! Keep writing!

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