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Alone, in the midst of a dream I stand,
Ingredients on table, spoon in my hand;
   Soul-deep in my kitchen, in a frightful mess,
   Tearfully fighting off strain and stress -

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And spirits of fear hover overhead
As I toss and turn fitfully in my bed.
   Locked in that magical world of sleep
   Is a cupboard where all my fears I keep.

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* Inspired by Rabindranath Tagore's poem: 'Song of a Dream'.

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If I ever have a nightmare, which seldom happens, it is always being in the kitchen getting into a state because guests have arrived and the meal I'm cooking has gone wrong.  In fact I only cook simple but good meals and they haven't gone wrong, so feel happy about coming if you get an invite!

                                                                                          Josie

 

 

 

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