another moon
Second moon passes,
lights fill the night,
will it shine away,
without purpose,
again?
A shake, Milk and ice cream.
Would you like to know what a five-dollar shake tastes like?
Be my guest. You can use my straw, I don't have kooties.
Second moon passes,
lights fill the night,
will it shine away,
without purpose,
again?
Posted by Ruben Llibre at 00:48