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Dreams of horrors death and fear
I don't know why they just appear
I ate too much, I ate too late
Perhaps that served to seal my fate.
From now on, nothing after eight
To eat thereafter is too late
My psyche triggers horror scenes
Of aliens and things obscene
I'd rather dream of art and love
Of grass below and skies above
So I will do the best I know
To keep it light and peaceful so
The aliens will not appear
And give me all this graying hair.
