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Dec 2014
I can't top Simonides
I won't even try
But, blue and stars
Are always on my mind
If I could lie
A bed of soft, wet grass
And dream, and think of what is to come next,
I would do this every night
From the pale setting of the sun
To the soft moon's rise
Life would be easy
And I'd quit thinking
Of my sorrowful, possible demise.
Red Starr
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Red Starr
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