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Bleh...
I don't even remeber what this poem was called, but a few months ago our Language Arts class had to memorize a poem to present to the class...this is moi's...
When slumber seals our weary eyes
The busy fancy wakeful keeps
Scenes which then before us rise
Proves something in us never sleeps.
As is another world it seems
A new creation of our own
All appears real, though a dream
All familiar though unknown
This life which mortals so esteem
Many choose it for their all
They will confess was but a dream
when wakened by death's awful call.
That was only part of it though, since I was too lazy to learn more than that in one night. Poetry is cool and all, but memorizing it sucks...
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