For 1458 Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
I can fly. When you sing, it gives me wings. I often wonder, while you sing down under and your voice gives me a lift, if I might return your sweet gift. Fetch you the moon on a spoon? I could, but do you really think I should? Why not go for something far? Can I get you a star? but, if you insist, I won't resist. Pretty soon, the moon - yours!
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