‘It is because a moon’s required
to light the way when you’ve retired
into your bed to rest your rays,
I do not like to work on days.’
‘I’m glad to see you my dear cheese
to tell you of my ailing knees
and in the Springtime I will quit
and you can handle all this shit.’
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