A Party in Woodside




too much red wine

I dreamed I was in Venice, Italy.
I got a letter from Tom saying he was passing through Venice
and he wanted to see me.

I met him in the lobby of my hotel. He said
"Hello, Jenny," but he wasn't Tom. He was tall
and thin with black curly , greasy hair, and he
didn't look anything like Tom. We got into a
gondola. He was talking away as if he were Tom.
I didn't know what to say. When we got out of the
gondola, I said, "I'm sorry to have to say this,
but you're not Tom."

He said, "Yes I am."


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