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Sweet Songs: Amsterdam

Sweet songs after dinner

linger in my ear,

invite me to dance,

take me down the spiral stairs,

into the busy street.

From the apartment door

onto the cobblestone road

we walk, drunkenly to

silent music into the liquor store where

my friend buys us chocolate.

One after the other we

hobble back onto the cobblestone road,

the very busy street

led by beautiful moonlit canals,

I later discover came from street lamps,

to dance back home with my friends.

Up windy stairs inside,

we resume the night.

Open the chocolate,

serve the wine.

I swing so blissfully to my chair

where I slumber

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