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My nightingale you are my elusive dream
for it is i that slips deep inside of a place called sleep so i can go in search of you

i know where you are or i just sort of think i d

i am inside of here now for i hear your melodic voice just over there inside that tangle of shrubs
for it is inside of there that you flee all attempts of me seeing you
but i stay here
hidden inside of all restless dreams awaiting you

but i know it is in vain for you are all but invisible to these eyes of mine
that are now laden with tears of a life time given to me by the ravages of time
inside of a place called sleep.

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jo forstrom
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John (Rick) Boyle

Love it Jo! Been missing you! Hope you and yours are doing well… Hugs