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Denver Night
Shawn Thornburg
O! I will long for this night over and over:
Our cold noses rubbing
Under the pale light of a dim street lamp;
Our warm lips caressing
In the frigid air of a Denver night;
Our souls touching at every point
And never letting go . . .
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