The Wild Ones
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The wild ones of summer catch the sun on their tongues.
They're emboldened by Dionysian revelries.
They get drunk on wine and life's teeming mysteries
At night they wrestle with the moon and their angels.
They reject all contrived manifestos and masks.
For they are at one with primeval creation.
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