Friday, March 26, 2010

Mr. Gibbous

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Originally uploaded by misscaroliner
The Gibbous moon, he holds my tongue
Chastising me for songs unsung.
His wax prevents my melody,
From pouring out iambics freed.
I'm corked instead and lured to boast
By e'er increasing tidal coasts.
Til unbarnacled heart and sahara lungs
Unite and from them siren comes.

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