Oh Verse thou art the death of me.
Rhyming the sun with the moon.
Sitting on a mote of dust in the grand cosmic scale.
Pondering the meaning of life.
Couplets, triplets, quartets . . .
Till infinities end i beseech thee,
Please never part from me.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Oh Verse!
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