Believe in the moon we worship
on Bay Hill wishing to be a mountain.
Tumbling down the rabbit hole
the place we used to call home
where the moon came down from her castle
to feast with her subjects
or ex lovers.
Kissing at the top of the hill before
the sun will show his face and
cast her to the side-
us to the side.
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Of course I must bestow a compliment on this 😊
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