The SandmanA Poem by SweetSouthernAngel
Some say he's nothing but a myth, but he's not.
He's not. He's real. He comes in the night. Clothed in darkness and shadows. Making him a creature of the night. He comes to do his job. To weave dreams for sleeping children. Dreams to help lead them to their destinies. He is the Sandman.
© 2015 SweetSouthernAngelAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 19, 2015 Last Updated on May 19, 2015 AuthorSweetSouthernAngelMSAboutHey everybody! My name is Breanna. I am 18yrs old. I have graduated high school and plan on going to college.i will getting my degree in secondary education for History. I have a wonderful fiance. I h.. more..Writing
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