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My Dreams

My dreams are often miles out of reach. It's as though I was never meant to have a dream. It's like my autumn will never see spring. It's as though I was born unlucky. I never mourn nor fret about my plight. My cup does run over, not of favour. Not of chance, not of wine; not of splendour. Ⓒ CI