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My God, I’m in love—
I must be in love!
When was the last time the music didn’t hurt
the sight of frivolous lovers arouse
no bickering dogs—
I’ve lived the gopher for too long
walked this campus like a mule—
There is moon in my eyes
and spring sticks for hips—
And my denim—kindling
for a brush fire!
I know, the forest lights next
I remember—I’ve returned—
But be this ground scorched tomorrow
I have not a care—
My God—
I’m in love today!

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