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When You Do The visitors keep coming Night after night, The Middle Eastern fellows, Jack the Flying Snake and His Oriental martial artists, Partially clad beauties Breaking though hues And colors that rainbows Only dream about, It’s all cozy and friendly Though never spoken Everyone knows things Are all right, Yes, the wild ones, From blue dragon flies To cats big and small Some nights I swear It’s the Ark’s night out, Of course you still stop By on occasion, I have not yet figured Out why, But it’s always lovely And wonderful
When you do. Stephen Nesbitt ©
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