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Spiritual teacher
In my chest, a thin rain.
In the disco, the young ladies bought me,
light for night.
I found my Zen
useful in bed.
Poems on the topic: disco
Poems on the topic “disco” on Poets.by.
Blithe spirit
The lark is mad,
dishabille in a disco—
a fine lad, to court
in his ash coat.
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