Regulate this feeling
Clamp it down and fix it
In a final, vice-like repose
‘Tween twilight and morning
Unburdened by the hollow
And fulsome moon
Let all your tears flow freely
And whisper words
Retained for this occasion
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Wow!
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Thanks! 😊🙏
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“Fulsome moon,” eh? 🙂 Not a bad poem.
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Gee, thanks 😂
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