Moon at quarter noon,
Hallowed behind gray cloudsMist rain,
Droplets walking to the drains
There was to be a conference,
About what’s not been referenced,
That I bet was likely some offense,
To be made now known was in defense
Yet here,
Love, You Bring a Surprise!
Two cups ‘a steaming ginger tea,
Dispels all cloudy dread!
At least it’s sunny somewhere, now,
If only in our heads
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