Quality Time

It was way past seven
in a champagne heaven
and now they're just wishing for stars.
Arms outstretched,
they had a song on next,
from an ipod deck
while they rolled on the grass in the park.

A car drove by
like a long-term high
as they admired the expanse of the green.
She read KEATS
and he made beats
so they made out neat
when they spoke about the rage of machines.

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