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Moon at Glut
Lunar nymphs crawl out my ear
Tickle songs ... at a midnight fair
Fill their cans with Crystal Clear
Drink up the moon, giggles flare
It's time to play on grass for hair
Running 'round without a care
Planet Earth and me and there we
play kick the can ... a midnight affair
Then with stick in hand and on a mare
I play polo and declare,
"I am the knight that rides the air!
Dome of eyes watch and stare
'til Morning Star, all disappears
and they retreat back in me ear
Copyright ©
Benjamin Bartley
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