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The night's alive and a-shiver

~ The night's alive and a-shiver ~ The moon's a sliver a hammock without strings a pale banana with wings The night's alive and a-shiver Just you and me on a musical spree hitting the clubs, dancing up a storm sleek in our costumes, displaying fine form Doing the splits cross the floor, spread-kneed The hour grows late, but what do we care feeling boundless energy nearly exploding at midnight we drink a toast to re-loading Ahead of us lay new and brave dares Tick-tock, one o'clock; it is already two Our hearts are still young, but our feat feel weary We retreat to a corner, vision somewhat bleary So we sing Auld Lang Syne and down a few... Brrrrrriiiing goes the alarm. 6 am. Can it be? Time to shake a leg, get out ahead of the day The music and dancing yet whirling in our heads We turn off the blinking alarm, and go back to bed

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Date: 11/25/2019 5:24:00 PM
Very fun to read , Gershon! Well done :) I agree, that is also a great line about the moon - hammock without strings - :)
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/25/2019 5:30:00 PM
Thanks for joining the fun this evening, Heidi! Best wishes, Gershon
Date: 11/25/2019 2:16:00 PM
Cool Gershon, cool, cool and cool again!! Love this. Best...Ron :)
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/25/2019 3:46:00 PM
Hey, we're just two cool --- or maybe too cool! --- daddy-o's. LOL. Thanks, Ron! Cheers, Gershon
Date: 11/25/2019 7:09:00 AM
Love all of this - the energy, youthfulness... The moon's a sliver a hammock without strings — cool imagery!
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/25/2019 1:24:00 PM
Thursday night there'll be only a sliver of a banana! (New Moon night). Thanks, Kim! Cheers, Gershon
Date: 11/25/2019 6:08:00 AM
GrEaT poetic meter, Wolf Man! Nickname is heart said in a good way. lol! You have such a voracious appetite for life ... as aptly described in this poem. I agree w/Richard ... your ink figurative expression of the Lunar Rock is not of this Earth, or rather, it's otherworldly stunning. Absolutely an instant PSoup classic in my menu book of muse bon appétit. Love and smiles and smiles of joy this holiday season.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/25/2019 1:22:00 PM
Hey, thanks for the Love, Freddie...and as for my name, LOL. Here's a bone-tickler: My last name's really Itzkovitz! (Son of Isaac/Yitzchok) My grandfather changed it to protect his very (Jew) life. So nothing about 'Wolf' could ever bother me. Thanks for your conern, though. Peace and Joy, my friend! :)
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Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 11/25/2019 6:13:00 AM
Btw ... I definitely was NOT intentionally giving a bad rap to your surname in my poem, "My Bleating Heart." G. Wolf, you're one of the good oomans on this alien planet. lol! Love and more love always, bruh.
Date: 11/25/2019 5:27:00 AM
“A hammock without strings” what a cool description of the moon. I’ve had my share of these evenings. My buddies and I would head out to Stages on Wednesdays for ladies night. Out late and up early Thursday to go to work.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/25/2019 1:19:00 PM
Sounds like when I lived n Hangover (aka Hanover), NH! LOL. Thanks, Richard. ~ gw
Date: 11/25/2019 12:23:00 AM
This is so fast paced and fun! I am picturing New Year's Eve!
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/25/2019 1:17:00 PM
Sounds right, Caren... Just have to add on an hour or two. Cheers! ~ gw