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a moonlight driveswim through the stars
follow the sun
waiting for a new world,
to teach us
our friends love us
when we sleep
we learn our perceptions
beer is the newage woodstock
words have been used for centuries
i am simply reusing them
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a moonlight drivePoetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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