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Last night I dreamt I said goodbye to you for the last time. Here, bees are in the foxgloves, lilies bowed down by their own weight. M. dreamt my drains were filled with treasures. There are no treasures here. They've all been washed away. -- sharon brogan http://www.sbpoet.com http://www.sbpoet.net http://smallpoems.sbpoet.net 406.578.1788