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Dreams are amazing things. Dream of being a superhero, doctor, or making a sandwich. |
| Dream Sandwich In dreams, young Leo danced on Saturn's rings, No gravity could dampen his strut. A disco king in space with glow-in-the-dark bling, He moonwalked past comets, smooth as a cut. One night, he dreamt of a sandwich divine: He built it on Mars with a Martian chef. "Pickles, regret, cosmic cheese, and brine." He sang, though tone deaf. Leo dreamt of bacon with pan-flare bravado, Collapsed into pancakes. He woke with a start, Everything burnt, including a roasted avocado. "What again?" Clutching his heart. That night, he flew on a spoon through soup skies, Woke up laughing, the dawn all aglow- With new ambition in his eyes, And made that sandwich. (It tasted just so.) Line Count: 16 Lines
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