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Night Trip

Under the bedclothes with my torch,
I live in a land of dream.
Where a forest grows, with curly trees
and a canyon runs between.

My light shines out, just like the sun,
allowing me to see,
two mountains rising in the air
as lovely as can be.

I take a trip and follow paths
where only I may be,
I move with caution in this land,
........if woke, she’ll shout at me!

Ivor G Davies

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