I keep a notebook by my bedside and I write my dreams when I wake up.
You won't believe how many times your name is in it.
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It Happened Next Winter
PoetryThree times a charm but we're not about that around here, so here's book four.
words that miss
I keep a notebook by my bedside and I write my dreams when I wake up.
You won't believe how many times your name is in it.
