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I dreamt I could not wake up.
I would awaken only to find myself asleep.
Over and over I tried to rise.
But, over and over Ifound myself alseep.

Truly this was a nightmare.
Yet, it was the morning time.
The time I should normally awaken,
To begin the next day anew.

But, I dreamt I could not wake up.
Asleep, I found myself awaking.
Rising again over and over,
Only asleep again and again.

r. s. kroon - February 11, 1995

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