Me-coming Moon
I ain’t your brushfire moon,
brushfire moon
Bussin’ the sea and seein’ me pull’d
Wot cornucop wire to moon
Light ‘er, and see howl liked it to me
Be earless flighting out blue
And growing blue-to-seed-green
And green v le fly withal settle soon
Fire amasted and master, and it’s
Harvesting the clouder to swoon
Gasted a flabber, I’m a me-coming in two
Lizard-green and sniffle-o-you
I signot four candles allowed
For candles is loud to go ‘round
The sound flush’n and tranq,
Tide-size n whittled, like moon
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