(submitted by my friend Bob Carlson)
Oh you wild children
with the black light in your eyes,
so brash and bold
heavy hard
boastful cool
smooth as silk experienced,
where does all your anger go ?
I know it,
that you do not fear
the darkening heights
and dangerous nights,
but I want to hear- unanimously –
that you do not fear
the morning.
bc
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