For Select A 2025 Posted Poem Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
I sleep on a palmetto moon. You tell me that I rhyme too soon, that my piano's out of tune, and I'm crazy, like a loon. We slept on fields of lily clover You and me, this wild Irish rover. Did I hear you say it's over? Should I jump from Cliffs of Dover? We slept, as you were lying there, alas, beautiful, fine, and fair. Did I hear the serpents in your hair tell me, "Go flying in the air"?
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