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Hopes & Dreams

Hanging onto my hat I leap towards

my life’s next appointment not knowing

quite where or with whom figuring

I will recognize it when I get there

I will hear my name called

feel the rightness of the moment

and breathless with anticipation

jump to my feet holding out my

hopes and dreams like a sheaf

of papers in a folder.

Here, I will say.  Take these.

I have another copy.

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