The moon, I think she has a deep and sultry whiskey laugh,
With kindly wickedness flirting about each throaty note.
I think she spends her secret days scaling
Life’s innumerable steep mountain cliffs.
And her twilight hours gazing over vast oceans,
While casting off her diamond thoughts.
And over the broad plains, she steals her wink of sleep,
Dreaming each new dawn into existence.
Yes, I think the moon has a deep and sultry whiskey laugh.
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