The Dream of Wishful ThinkingA Poem by Alfred KukitzFacing the unpleasant can sometimes lead to escape.There seems to be a lie and a grain of truth in tomorrow You seem to sit in the couch of truth. Like a stone that twiddled inside your bone You rose from that seat of truth and looked into the face of a lie. When the uglies came the shock knocked you to the couch, Sleepy eyed, you wonder past it all and found the dream of wishful thinking. © 2014 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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