Dreams..


Dreams r like flowers, very sweet;
(Night)mares like thorns, pricky treat.

Dreams r like roads, unwndin' paths;
mares like ends, stoppin' your carts.

Dreams r like colors, fresh and vibrant;
mares like blurs, smudgey with dents.

Dreams r like aromas, very fragrant;
mares like trench, pretty malodourant.

Dreams r like cakes, tasty bakes;
mares are aches, like deadly snakes.

Dreams r like angels, holy rain;
mares like devils, spirits profane.

Try dreamin', n not b sad;
n avoid seein' nightmares bad.

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