May 2015
The moon shines bright at night,
although I know it shines not.
Cows in yonder valley chew senseless,
and are milked be twisting their horns.
Oh to live, less conscious thought!
although I know it shines not.
Cows in yonder valley chew senseless,
and are milked be twisting their horns.
Oh to live, less conscious thought!
