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Everyone who made love the night before 
was walking around with flashing red lights 
on top of their heads-a white-haired old gentlemen, 
a red-faced schoolboy, a pregnant woman 
who smiled at me from across the street 
and gave a little secret shrug, 
as if the flashing red light on her head 
was a small price to pay for what she knew. 


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Added: 14 Oct 2002 | Last Read: 7 Sep 2008 9:57 AM | Viewed: 3415 times

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