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Saturday Night and its damned hot .Not cause of the weather, but cause of all
the hardly dressed chicas moving their thang all around the place.
Just watch them and shake and groove with them.
Poem below by great artist Pam Gallo .
THE MUSIC IS POUNDING
LIKE THE PAIN IN MY HEART
FLASHING LIGHT ON THE DANCEFLOOR
THEN THE MEMORIES START
IT'S THEN THAT I REALIZE
I HAVE A "HUNGRY HEART "
IT'S THEN MY SOUL KNOWS
WHY WE ARE APART
TO BELIEVE,
TO TRUST,
TO UNCONDITIONALLY LOVE
TO HONOR,
TO TREASURE
AND HOLD YOU ABOVE
THESE ARE THE THINGS
I WISH I HAD DONE
MUSIC IS POUNDING
NO LONGER, ONE
DOUBT AND FRUSTRATION
PAIN OF LOSS
FEAR OF LONELINESS
AT SUCH A COST
NOW WITH A "HUNGRY HEART"
I REMEMBER YOU
THE TIMES OF WHEN
LOVE ONCE GREW
MUSIC POUNDING
LIKE PAIN IN MY HEART
WHEN LOVE IS GONE
THE HEARTACHE STARTS
By: Pam Gallo
Dreamer
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