Every night
When I sleep
I dream about
The field of dreams
I must say that
I just love to dream
Also I never stop
Dreaming
Because dreaming is
Like breathing
I also see the field of dreams
Alive
Also, I don’t have any money
To buy the field of dreams
Because I am a poor men
And I believe that it must be
Very expensive to buy
The field of dreams
Let somebody rich
Buy the field of dreams
Because they need more then me
Me
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Comments1
A good read and I knew of a church that sold such fields of dreams in heaven. A good read
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