Nerves so bad,

With tells like that…

I thought it

Was obvious,

This dream I’d had…

We were waiting for another

Flying saucer to land…

On a nice, quiet evening,

With drinks in-hand.

Tell the middle-aged crickets

To break up the cover-band,

I want to hear our heartbeats,

Bouncing back

Off the landing pad.

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