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Man of My Dreams

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The flutter of his eye lash
So like the fluttering butterflies
in my dreams.

The twitch of his leg while he
restlessly dreams
Reminds me of a wild horse
rearing in old movies on T.V.

 His gentle, low snore
Is a train that takes me all
the places I want to be.

 In motion or rest,
In waking and sleep
The man who lies beside me at night
Is the man of my dreams.

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