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Nightlife Is Dead

The streetlight spread like an abandoned strip old hot spots deserted with no moths no buzz zip the party is over nightlife is dead.

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Anonomus Scorpio

Date: 12/19/2022 2:51:00 PM

You're the only person I know that could use three words and make me feel 30 emotions. Love this one Mo!

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 12/19/2022 8:32:00 PM

Thank you! Been called a word economist;), xomo!

Anna Hopper

Date: 12/17/2022 3:42:00 PM

I can see multiple meanings here. They are all expressed so well.. in such few words. Perfect, as always!

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 12/19/2022 8:33:00 PM

Thank you! ~x

Anil Deo

Date: 10/27/2022 2:21:00 AM

Towns & cities, as people do, also die. Yet some have better epitaphs -- in spite of human frailty ( sin). Shalom shalom in His word/ Bible, never by way of OPINIONS of men/ preachers, priests, pangender.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/21/2022 6:52:00 AM

No moths = No 'round here buzz! ~ gw

Jeff Connelly

Date: 10/13/2022 11:03:00 AM

Maureen? Do I detect sexual references in this poem, or am I being too conservative? The imagery is like from out of a Hopper painting... Wow!!!

Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 10/10/2022 12:00:00 PM

Sure seems that way here. Nights used to be lively and fun...

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 9/10/2022 7:55:00 AM

Very evocative of the empty quiet streets in the dead of night, you say much with few words~

Rico Leffanta

Date: 8/18/2022 10:50:00 AM

Indeed, but the morticians are very happy! Aloha!

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 8/19/2022 8:47:00 AM

Cheers to that, with a stiff, drink ;p