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AfterglowI hope it takes a long timeFor this stupid grin To fade from my face. A smoky room And I hate smoke But this time I don't care. Superstars You see them as dots At the far end of a colleseum. My favorite performers Are more down to earth. I got to dance with them tonite. We rubbed elbows And talked And argued And danced. It was supposed to be a jam session. But that didn't happen. Still I do not care. I met them. We got to know each other. I'm not a singer Or any kind of performer. Just a fan. And they don't care. We connected. And I feel joy. Now I know why They call this event Afterglow. |
| 22 October 2000 revised 25 March 2002 | |
| by Bill Cattey | |
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