Stop the Night Sky

Stop the night sky, and be all.
Let us dance here.
     Could the old gal win at dice?
     For sure she will,
Her smokey laugh is so good.

Look, they have lost patience.
Walking raven, have clever respect.

Heal with deep breath, they show takings,

 from my milky faithful passion.
    An almost better, me,
     What psychedelics are found in art?

Chat to our glorious married daughter.


with Jojo Monson 9/6/06, 31, 32, 33

The Muse Poems:

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