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Jul 2019
We have
no powers
to make
this last
forever

So,
let's just
make sure
that forever
is tonight

Knockin
dem boots
on the
4th of july

90° sweat
drips from
our bodies
and  
lower lips

You taste
like
fantasy

Forever,
tonight
can be
felt in
your hips

The stars
all applaud
and before
the moon
we take
a bow

The crashing
waves against
the shore
provided
our rhythm

Exhausted
in fever,
forever
was tonight
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
(M)   
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       S Olson, --- and Fawn
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