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Written at one of those times where the crowd closes in, the drinks flow, the smoke hangs in drifts, and you think about what is playing; perhaps it's on the stage or perhaps it's in your head.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 124 - Published: 08-29-05 - id: 1996318
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4/16/2005 C.E.
Under a moon
Somewhere out west of a dire space;
Slink, travel with your toes.
To bound across the landscape; it can't matter where you're at-
Wandering with your lady friend can be a sight unseen this night until it ends.
Transfiguration in a bottle-
Limericks at and from the nozzle;
Demure this night and no other time of day than this.
Circle around your plan as you're here on a planet like no other.
Talk about things and dine,
This is the time like no other night than this.
You just go on; continue believing in a space that could be west of here,
As I tip the stars over and create a new world.
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