Poem 72 of 230: MILLENNIUM DREAMS We can control our day's thought, But not our sleepy night's dream. My dreams these nights are of this sort: Red earth; tanned grass; gums by a stream. I'll do my bit from Manchester, But if again in Australia I'm sure like this I'd fondly dream: Snow on swans; willows by a stream. (P.S: I now live in Newcastle)
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