Lunar Poetry
If I compose tunes
Of ardor under moon
And trust there’s a cow jumping
Somewhere above
And lunar is made
From cheesy mice love,
Then how come that crescent
Just looks like
The Sky Giant’s nail cuticle tonight?
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