Moon's Spoon of Peanut Butter
Crackling mischief waxes every new moon; Moon, the plaited devil
three harvests blue, summits the everest shelf to scrape out crunchy
goodness, and scurries away, with exasperated steps in tow.
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For my niece, Moon
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Date: 24 / 12 / 2016
Copyright © Tamal Kundu | Year Posted 2016
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