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| Author: | Ailinn |
| E-mail: | not available |
| Date: | 3/28/2010 1:33:28 PM |
| Subject: | Re: Remember the nights.. |
| Message: | Afternoon, Reverend B. In the beginning it was Nightly Vigil at the Cafe Lupe. Then you created those bat-wing doors and high desert hideaway. The dangerous switch-back trails we traveled to get there. The renegade Preacher at the card table with that wild-eyed feral dog at his feet. The woman turning the chairs up on the tables, sweeping the dirt out the door with Fate's broom. The illusory man in the corner with the guitar and shining white shirt. So bright there's an aura around him. Those late-night voices are still in the Cafe. A toast to tender ghosts, sweet memories, and days gone by. |
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| Remember the nights.. by larry larry at 3/26/2010 8:26:06 PM |
at 3/27/2010 5:29:19 AM |
at 3/27/2010 4:01:03 PM |
Re: Remember the nights.. by Ailinn at 3/28/2010 1:33:28 PM |
at 3/27/2010 4:45:06 PM |
at 3/28/2010 1:50:41 AM |
at 11/3/2011 11:46:31 AM |
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