Fantasy Soap - Poem by Cambridge Keenan
As the *Dark Shadows * play on the *Edge of Night* and *All My Children* are tucked into bed, I suddenly feel as though I'm in *Another World*. Resting peacefully on the water bed, I can feel the gentle waves of the seashore rolling in as I listen to the sounds of the surf from my enviromental tape. I imagine myself as the *Bold and Beautiful* relaxing on a yaught, soaking up the sun by the shores, of *Santa Barbara *I can hardly wait for my *Loving*husband to arrive home from work. *Feeling Young and Restless* we play man over board.As a heavy storm approaches, we are hit by turbulant water. The waves are hot, opps I mean high and the gale forced winds from the fan - no the storm are so strong, we cling to each other for dear life. We can only use *Ryans Hope* that we will survive the tidal waves safely that no one ends uo in the *General Hospital*.thank god the force was with us.
We're not sure how but it must have been a real *Knots Landing*because here we are in *Dallas*.*As the World Turms* we spend the *Days of our Lives* following our own universal *Guiding Light*, exploring, learning, and growing all we can since we have but *One Life to Live* until our next *Generations*...Hey sd I look over tha land from our magic carpet ride - I swear I can see *Falcon Crest* and ins't that *Mary Hartman *calling?
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