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    Wayward dreams
    Wayward dreams
    Wayward dreams
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    Wayward dreams

    By Patricia Harris

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    A volume of interesting poetry from the meandering mind of a half mad poet.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFae Corps Publishing
    Release dateOct 25, 2018
    ISBN9781540672094
    Wayward dreams
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    Patricia Harris

    Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. A half mad poet,  her writing is found all over social media and various other websites, including coffee house writers. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing a variety of art when she isn’t penning poetry and writing words. She is half of the indie publishing company Fae Corps publishing. Her collection of writings include a memoir,  children's books, and poetry. For more from Patricia, check out www.Facebook.com/mouseypoet or pattimouse.wordpress.com 

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      Book preview

      Wayward dreams - Patricia Harris

      By

      Patricia Harris

      ©2016 Patricia Harris 

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

      This book is a work of Poetry.

      Any similarity between the characters and situations within its pages and places or persons, living or dead, is unintentional and co-incidental.

      Dedicated to the ones who are still seeking, Wayward dreams are just the mind’s way of reminding us that we are far from done.

      Into the darkness of

      Midnight release,

      Deeply held sobs

      As the nightmare goes.

      Balls of embedded fear,

      Rolling through

      The heart and soul.

      Taking sanity as it’s

      Hefty price,

      Taking sleep,

      All part of the toll.

      Too much to handle,

      Lest the mind will break.

      Emotionally stranded,

      In the lands of heartbreak.

      Trucking

      (co written by  Joe Ellison)

      The chicken’s in the coop,

      Eating all my bread

      While I am looking for

      Place to lay my weary head.

      Rolling down the road,

      Looking for a bed.

      That gator got too close,

      It nearly got my head.

      Road work ahead,

      It’s what I dread the most,

      If I don’t get there soon,

      This paycheck is toast.

      The bears in the blind,

      Waiting for me to pass,

      If I am not paying attention,

      He will be up on my ass.

      High beams in my face,

      I do truly dread,

      But worse yet in my mirrors,

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