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	<title>Tarringo T. Vaughan &#187; poems about dreams</title>
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		<title>Of Dreams</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I was younger I used to sit on the side of cobblestone curbs and dream I had cool dreams and jazzy dreams; I had the kind of dreams that made my mind sway and the kind of dreams that took me away to another day where I was someone with a name I had [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://tarringovaughan.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Of-Dreams.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-323" alt="Of-Dreams" src="http://tarringovaughan.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Of-Dreams-300x300.jpg" width="300" height="300" /></a>When I was younger<br />
I used to sit on the side of cobblestone curbs<br />
and dream</p>
<p>I had cool dreams and jazzy dreams;<br />
I had the kind of dreams<br />
that made my mind sway<br />
and the kind of dreams<br />
that took me away to another day<br />
where I was someone with a name</p>
<p>I had dreams that my blues<br />
were as smooth as the rhythm &amp; rhyme of Langston<br />
Hughes<br />
and dreams where I stood tall<br />
in freedom’s light<br />
leading strong towards<br />
all modern day civil rights</p>
<p>I had hopeful dreams and sweet dreams;<br />
the kind of dreams that made my thoughts dance<br />
and my eyes smile wide<br />
upon the open air of future promise</p>
<p>I had dreams that my words<br />
were the translation of life,<br />
strength and sacrifice<br />
and dreams that took me places<br />
far and beyond anywhere I thought<br />
I could be.</p>
<p>When I was younger<br />
I use to stare off into the distance</p>
<p>and dream of all the possibilities<br />
out there for me.</p>
<p>©2012<br />
Tarringo T. Vaughan</p>
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