One pillowed moon would be full
and bright, thought of the eye
filled with two million stars composed
and released, from tonight's sky high
level, removable wind blow light like a
single and thirstiest feather, biggest cities
afloat light-post gleamed, and let it shine
ingloriously smooth, apple-like trees can
sway in the night, nice and mellow
moment there, sitting in the living room
polished wooden-like chair-to-chair, and
have a delicious drink, one sizeable bottle
of regular grape flavor Lemonade, and one
midsummer bottle of regular cherry lime
lemonade, just a little tiny kiss on the
Americanized cheek-to-cheek
Written by
Michael James Brindley
6-15-24
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