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99: At last! (A poem for academics!) Bruce Goodman © 7 November 2020 |
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See the new moon up-slip and flare its vicious whips of light across the back of night. The moon bears no delight, but brings dull rays of hurts and stings made yesterday. It sings cold songs old songs that don’t belong if we are to move on and make a fresh and novel take in the lake while baking a cake. |