but Poppa still gon' make love all night long.
the poetry readings and how I met a girl
were intertwined from
the moment another
girl in pink hair told me that I should
stand on a stage and
read all about
my standard variations.
and when we went we went in force.
and everybody knew us.
and we hated everyone.
and we were better than them.
but, please, as
Harold would say,
much love, much
love from the crowd. clap
clap.
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