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For your reading pleasure:


The Crooner’s Moon


Bright is the light of a romancing moon

Matters not the hue nor the fullness, we croon,

Our hearts set free thus we serenade,

In the shadows of night where our passions are splayed

Pure shade of light, penumbral bliss

Slight the bright of day just a lunar kiss.

Sweet glancing lips like the breezes of May,

Remorse unwept for the games we play.

Spring conveys such forces unleashed,

Boundless sighs, passion replete,

Follies commenced, endless thirsts and desires,

Till moon is spent upon our crooner’s sweet fires.