Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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were all a part of. Stevie felt like he belonged, surrounded by

love and music.

As the sun began to set, the sky turned into a canvas of vibrant

colors. Stevie curled up on a soft blanket, feeling the warmth

of the people around him and the magic of the music in the air.

He closed his eyes, and the sounds of Canned Heat lulled him

into a deep, peaceful sleep.

When Stevie woke up, he was back in his cozy home, the sunlight

still streaming through the window. He stretched and yawned,

feeling a sense of happiness and adventure from his dream.

Stevie knew that even though he was just a little kitten, he had

experienced something truly special in his dreams.

And from that day on, every time Stevie napped in the warm

sunlight, he hoped to dream of Woodstock again, where music,

love, and peace filled the air, and a little tabby kitten could

be a part of something extraordinary.

Goin' Up the Country

Canned Heat

I'm going up the country

Baby, don't you wanna go?

I'm going up the country

Baby, don't you wanna go?

I'm going to some place