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Airplane Moon By Kirsten Crowley I have, perhaps, never lived until this very moment. Among koi of white Up in a Caribbean where water is Never there but always seen I have discovered that maybe the sap of love can Run from trees of iron. The queen I have told stories of but never dreamed of; She dubbed me the luckiest man in the world tonight, And sealed my great fortune permanently with her Crescent ivory kiss. I am forever enamored, A true believer. © Copyright 2004, Kirsten Crowley, All Rights Reserved |
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