From time to time, I have to write a poem about life and things happening to me, my friends or to complete strangers. After all, a world is, looking from the bright side, beautiful ... and of course, most of life isn't real.
steady like a Rolling Stone
bit of heaven made of flesh and bone
lost and found in mythic zone
dancing in a pleasure dome.
party on
party on and roam
little aerodrome
get my chromosome
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