Out into the night we did not venture far,
Just a little out of sight to see a pretty star,
We did not care about the time or the place,
For we got to wear Mother Nature's pure lace,
Dancing and singing out into the night,
We didn't return till dawns first bright light,
Then we waited through the boring old day,
Till night returned and we could go play...
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Love is Good and Bad
PoetryHer eyes were like the moon, Mysterious and bright, they were all that i could look at, with such a luminous light, so fleeting and quick, her smiles did show, that it made you want to lick, that pure cookie dough....
