jeff's poem hell of my own: What is made of dreams

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Sunday, December 23, 2007

What is made of dreams

When we work so hard on something Then the next moment to mean nothing I can't help but hold back a tear for the dream kissed goodbye How many times How many dreams of passionate drives for what could be To the point of up all night just thinking of that place The funny thing about dreams is there... Sign in to see full entry.

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