After recently moving house--and subsequently unpacking lots of boxes--i found this framed poem done by a good friend in 2001. True Nighters Secret thrills,fron secret pills Invisible tingles,and hidden chills,Extinguish all your ills Caress the floor with special skills, Add more feathers to our quills,as more and more the dancefloor fills, Creases like razors,Eyes like lasers,p