"One...Two...Three...Contact..."
Drunken flutes hang in room.
Opened bottles dry in bloom.
Sobering souls cleanse my heart.
Closed fists wet my hold.
Millennium came and went.
California is my tent.
Strands of hair laid and shed.
Bodies curled into bed.
Your presense was not in vain.
Life's bits are still in fame.
Jan. 3, 2000, PARC Office The views and opinions expressed in this page are strictly those of the page author.
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