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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...


Posted on 08/23/2002
Copyright © 2023 Britt Zimmerman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kris Mara on 05/19/09 at 03:59 PM

yeah, you bring us right to the moment with you -- it's very familiar feeling, love it

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