poems Rugby November 8, 2013by heather anne Sometimes in my sleep I play rugby in my dreams, but I never score. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Sorry for the delay in following your blog, my big mistake. Thanks for all your likes on my blog, they give pleasure. paul Reply
i enjoy this – i have been known to play soccer when i sleep and my Sydnee Pee (the pooch) she runs a marathon a night:) Reply
My pooch does that, too. Sometimes with growling and barking thrown in. Must have very vivid dreams. Reply
Some call it red 
Sorry for the delay in following your blog, my big mistake. Thanks for all your likes on my blog, they give pleasure.
paul
It is my complete pleasure to read your work. 🙂
You’ve just made an old recluse blush. 😉
🙂
Love it, simple, pure.
Thank you xo
I’ll bet you still win though.
Obviously 😉
i enjoy this – i have been known to play soccer when i sleep and my Sydnee Pee (the pooch) she runs a marathon a night:)
My pooch does that, too. Sometimes with growling and barking thrown in. Must have very vivid dreams.
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Hopefully the sleep is more peaceful than rugby. Thanks for stopping by.
there must be some consolation in that they call it a try. 🙂