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Little poem for those who don't want to grow old?
Do you hear it
That sweet sound
It’s youth’s lover
She’s as free as they leave,
As gorgeous as your queen lotus,
So unsteady, your bare feet can’t carry
Gal’s calling a dance to her hands!
Now lose those pants
Awake that hummingbird from your chest
Longing to find its nest.
Flesh on flesh,
Hand on hand,
Heart to heart,
Those stars are not apart.
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