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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 what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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