Let me share a dream this eve
these words surround a sound,
a bay, perhaps was Chesapeake?
necklaced bejeweled towns.
All about were sailboats
couples strolled around
after cuisine masters
grilled dinners fresh fish found.
Perfect little villages
finding friends each day
dancing after a great meal
children watched
bands played.
In the evening harbor lights
celebrated days
while the sun splashed down again
and starlight showed the way.
In this dream the people
worked to build their towns,
as if they lived in Switzerland
protected by a sound.
Object of their country
to make more ladies, lords.
And every week at least one time
to visit, dine outdoors.
This wasn't much to ask, was it
I mumbled in my sleep
a country where we're not attacked
by ourselves at least six times per week?
Perhaps we can be friends again
and sleep late in the morn.
I could be the president
now back to work and snores.
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