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Just a short one this week. You may still be recovering from the singing last time...
This poem is lots (and lots) of years or raving, dancing, not sleeping, not eating, talking too much, loud music, smoking (and I don't really smoke!), more dancing, less sleeping....and so on...all condensed into 8 little lines. It was the best of times but the worst of times too. And it seems like such a long time ago now!
The biggest love affair
We loved everybody Even ourselves
We hugged everybody Even the bouncers
We understood everything But couldn't explain it
We went way, way too far in It seemed a good idea at the time
RF 2005
2:50 PM
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