Mixture of Dreams Part Siete

The Giant rocks in the tree top, all day long. He was getting drowsy, time to change that song. The “itsy bitsy” Giant went up the water spout, down came the rain, and knocked the Giant out. He looked around embarrassed, hoping no one was near. He tried to “play it off,” releasing a laughing tear. The Giant decided to call it a night, it was pretty early. He headed back to his treetop, with a knot so burly.

It was back to rock-a-bye Giant, on the bean-stock tree top. Having a sense of deja vu, already seeing this backdrop. He laid on his iron bed, his essence drifting into idyll. This Giant, wants all of your dreams, to be colorfully vital.

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