POEMS BY PATTER

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I HAD A DREAM

I HAD A DREAM THE OTHER NIGHT
AND IT WAS REALLY DUMB.
I DREAMED THAT THERE WERE TWO OF ME
INSTEAD OF ONLY ONE.

NOW I CAN JUST HEAR MOTHER
GOOD THING SHE WASN'T THERE.
THAT'S NOT A DREAM SHE'D CALMLY SAY
THAT'S A REAL NIGHTMARE.

NOW WHAT'S THIS BIT WITH MOTHERS?
IS IT WISDOM OR INSIGHT?
YOU KNOW I HATE TO SAY THIS
BUT MOTHER'S USUALLY RIGHT.

THE DREAM WAS BAD; I TOSSED AND TURNED
NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO.
WHEN I WOKE UP I LAUGHED OUT LOUD
YET I WAS CRYING TOO.

WRITTEN BY PAT 1972