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A night with Zeppelin
by Britt Zimmerman...And here we sit
Bright golden moon hanging low in the sky
the clouds finding their name in its light
Led Zepplin on the turntable
Robert is finding orgasmic bliss
"Babay, Babay, Babay, Babay!"
The air smells sweet
and the beer flows sweeter
I find myself in contemplation
Holding on to the poetry
that is life... 08/23/2002 Posted on 08/23/2002
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