DREAM POEAM

          DREAM POEM

In a corner of my bed room
       Grew a tree
       A happy tree
       My own tree

Its leaves were soft
      Like flash
And its  birds sang poems for methen
      Without warning two men

With understanding smiles and axes
Made out forget excuess
Came and chopped it down either yesterday

     Or the day before
 I think it was the day before.

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