Monday, October 31, 2011

The other sugars you know.

The sweet berth is so unlikely to be banked down--
to spare bank civilizations, To spare our towns.
It must flow up and low and

To either side.

And when it goes,
Such a startling light, it aweighs,
Crests--I must, short of knowing just suppose,

In moonly sucrose.

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