Dream Land

by Laura Gillespie   Feb 20, 2005


Ginger, peppermint, and cotton candy houses will be made if danger.
Sweet smells that came from the ovens.
Hopes of peppermint Patty's rolling toward the open sea.

A mind thats dirt, may just have been up graded by soul. Open doors don't always lie around a smart road. Roads of hopelessness puppies can't always be trusted right-a-away.

Treats of death or looks that kill want ever be found near me, Fights that jump out and lives that go great out and lives that go great doesn't always stand still...

Always stand in a pond with lots of water, than a pond without no water at all!!!

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