Well, woke with a fright
fell asleep by night
music playing in my ear
led to dreams near to here
and they folded the blanket
yellow and fuzzy
criss-crossed the land
and banned me from crossing
thresholds are barred
in drowsy land
and the angels guard me
from ever talking
the residents shunned
my twirling gown
sent me to prison
with a gun -to my head
Well, woke with a fright
fell asleep by night
music playing in my ear
led to dreams near to here
seasons: a poetic journey 
This was beautiful.
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Jeanne, you are on a roll again. Another beautiful piece.
XxX
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