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Night
Surfing
We climbed up on
The midnight thing
Like a surfboard in
The night,
We rode the waves
Of imagination
Dreams,
Where everything
Turns out right,
And it’s strange
You know
The sights, the sounds,
Your perfume and
Your hair,
Are as real to me
As if I were,
As if I were
Still
there.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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