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I think i would rather walk at night
In the shadows of cool moonlight.
I wait for the fresh evening breeze
And drink in the scent of lemon trees
It's time for all roadrunners to be in bed
time for the night owl to lift his head.
coyotes howl with each phase of the moon
and javelinas play on a silver sand dune
My stride quickens in the stealth of the night
as imaginary shadows creep on the right
date palms sway in the evening breeze
While the quail go to roost in the lemon trees.
date palms swaying in the evening breeze
While cotton tails say good night in the lemon trees
and havalina
when night jasmine begins to bloom
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