1974
1974
was a year
of warm summer fun
The nighthawks flew
in the lights
of darkness
And trees crashed
in warm
winter storms
And love was
a kiss
upon a breast
And touch upon
willing lips
and fingertips
And life was a joy
to possess
And a joy
to profess
poem by Midnights Voice
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