Date nights


Ode to the (LOST) Date Night

  Where are the date nights of our past? Ay, Where are they?     Think not of them, thou hast thy farm and goats —  While friends of old are playing in the city of yesterday,     And touch the white-clothed table, champagne bubbles afloat                           …

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