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Jan 2012
On the crowded streets of life (think 51st and 5th)
I never thought I'd stumble on a candied ginger rock
Out of which the most gorgeous daisy would bloom
Remember the moonbeams dancing on the river
and how the train came not far behind,
popcorn, wine, the candle still burning & Zimmerman on track 5?
Cold and warm nights spent together in the Theatre Basement
Showcasing romance, Comedy, Drama & Jazz
Sharing mysterious pleasures we thought we'd never have
Stepping in and out of reality barely touching ground
Soaking up sun on god's great handkerchief
Witnessing the transcendent beauty in your face
Written by
Allan E Bartlett
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