No one appreciates the forthwith moon!
So we procured it's fullness in reverence
We rode til' the moonlight singed our backs
Til' pattering of our pedaling inflection
Boiled to a howl at our feet
Til' loquaciousness burned the rubber
Of dialectic wheels
Even philosophy urged our impediment
As we exercised every impression
So we could finally lie...
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