Crosswalk Dreams

[Timothy Gega]

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One fine day I think I may have been asleep.<o:p></o:p>
I was minding my own business just crossing the street.<o:p></o:p>
I dreamed I was run over by a dark Cherokee Jeep.<o:p></o:p>
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I fell to the ground but I wasn’t really hurt.<o:p></o:p>
I had to see this driver wearing a very short skirt.<o:p></o:p>
She batted her eyelashes like most women do.<o:p></o:p>
What a sight she was and my eyes were glued.<o:p></o:p>


As I was lying there I faked a cough.<o:p></o:p>
Then pretended to faint and then nodded off.<o:p></o:p>
I stopped my breath and held onto my chest.<o:p></o:p>
And there she did what she does best.<o:p></o:p>
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I felt her lips press on top of mine.<o:p></o:p>
Giving mouth to mouth she was so darned kind.<o:p></o:p>
I faked it a little longer but then I found.<o:p></o:p>
My tongue inside her rolling round.<o:p></o:p>
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She got all excited and jumped far away.<o:p></o:p>
She got into that darned Jeep and has been drivin’ since that day.<o:p></o:p>
I called out her name so many times.<o:p></o:p>
Come back, come back, but she only waved bye-bye.<o:p></o:p>
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As I stood inside that crosswalk dreamin’ and in my heart it did sigh:<o:p></o:p>
“Hit me again Honey, Hit me again, any-any time now, bye-bye.”<o:p></o:p>

I still couldn’t tell that day if I was half-awake or half-asleep.<o:p></o:p>
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©2014 Tim Gega<o:p></o:p>