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Sep 2013
I hear an opera
Somebody is home upstairs
Let's drown them out with a shower.
Turn the jazz up high
as I
We
Will dance: slowly, sleepily
Naked in the mirror
Until the water gets hot enough
Abeille
Written by
Abeille  NY
(NY)   
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