Every blue moon
the blue birds will sing;
'bout heartbreak and how to grieve
'bout loves gone wrong and tear-strewn sleeves.
But don't you worry dear,
about those sadly avians
ignore their morose fears
and tales of lust liaison-
For the red moon's soon in coming
and the cardinals shall sing!
'bout love and marriage faithful
'bout hope and adored things.
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Author:
Noveyre (
Offline) - Published: August 16th, 2017 20:17
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Comments1
This was pleasant to read. Seems old fashioned. Nice touch.
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