Catching the gleam
Of the moon's silhouette
Bounced from the face
Of the moldy pond,
I catch myself dozing off
As I see the dream
Of the moonlit pond
And the hanging up
In the dark-blue sky
My radiant soul,
Dazzling shine of which
Wakes me up to dream.
If this really happened, it was cool. Much better than a moldy pool.
A similar thing happened to me just as I was about to wake up this morning. A dream invaded my dream and mixed them both up so much that I forgot them both. Drat!
While trying to make it big on Broadway, dancer Abby Fouchet finds herself falling in love, falling in rehearsal (!), and trying to outwit a clever killer out to destroy the man she loves.
In this Silver Sisters Mystery it's trouble at sea when Goldie and Godiva's eighty year old mother and uncle are invied on a relaxing cruise. Magic turns to mayhem for these former vaudeville magicians when a star magician is murdered on board.
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Love ya!
Jane
A similar thing happened to me just as I was about to wake up this morning. A dream invaded my dream and mixed them both up so much that I forgot them both. Drat!
Ron
Sandie :)