©2024 nicefro press, Ryan Lessard random thoughts & poetry
Wednesday, August 5, 1998
eight minutes
the moon dances across the sky
I sit high above perched so I can see
all that is going on below
which way to turn
look, wishing I could
make eight hours pass
like eight minutes…
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