Dang! Damn wind blew the calendar and dislodged a thumb tack.
Where is it?
Can't find it.
It's here somewhere.
But with all this junk around I can't find it.
One corner of the calendar is hanging down.
That ain't good.
Can't read it.
What is today's date?
Dunno, cause I can't read it.
Oh what I would give to be omnipresent.
Wouldn't need to know the date then.
The things I could see!
But this is just a dream.
They are only for sleep.
When you wake up they are gone.
So does this mean daydreams are false images of events that will never occur?
Martin Luther King had a dream.
Did it come true?
Don't matter eh?!
Crikey! That is one rather large Budgie!!