Wednesday, September 3, 2014


knock, knock!
oh, hi, young moon of this night!
how do you do?
how do you do?
very well, waning as I wax. this nutty lunar phase, I tell you!
has anyone serenaded you yet?
yes, but they always sing in a language only they understand and not what I would like to hear.
hm, I'll put in a word with all the poets of this world that fleetingly describe you for the one they see in you.

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