Every time I sit
Under the moon's tongue
I feel real nice
And a little bit free
Like a stagecoach and horse
On it's way
To Camelot.
(today begins the 26 day "alphabet fishing", where I will write daily poems until the I reach "Z". all poems will be associated with a letter. I might not be able to post every day due to limited internet access next week, but I will still write and catch up. do not fear!)
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