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<\/p>\nMy dreams are filled
\nWith the images
\nOf the na\u00efve<\/p>\n
I still have the
\nStubborn imaginings
\nOf a little girl<\/p>\n
Hope tantalizes
\nThe mouth of the idealistic<\/p>\n
I salivate for the
\nCaressing breezes
\nI\u2019ve never tasted<\/p>\n
These things aren\u2019t for me
\nAnd I can\u2019t speak to whom they are for<\/p>\n
But we stamp our little foot
\nAnd shake our little curls<\/p>\n
And draw no continuum
\nFrom place to place
\nOr cause to effect<\/p>\n
Any damage is done and covered over
\nAnd lays me intractably
\nAnd irrevocably bidden<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I stretch to see the trees
\nFor the forest<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My dreams are filled With the images Of the na\u00efve I still have the Stubborn imaginings Of a little girl Hope tantalizes The mouth of the idealistic I salivate for the Caressing breezes I\u2019ve never tasted These things aren\u2019t for me And I can\u2019t speak to whom they are for But we stamp our little … <\/p>\n