Loud rock music in the midnight steamy air,
Beer bottles and lust in the city,
Girls dance on barroom tables
And sway sweetly beneath streetlights;
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who said that? One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name. care my friend, Sus.
Uriah...A cornucopia of prospective here, to ingest and savor...Strong locution lends acute merit to this work...Bravo & Cheers, my friend on fine work, indeed... FJR
Powerful emotions, eloquently expressed. You are a skillful translator of the basic humaness that unites us all. Take care. Kindest regards, Sandra
//youtu.be/EC-4bMHdKW8, I used your poem here.