I do not see the moon. Chomp!
The earth swallowed it. The earth, With all its mathematicians and Construction workers. With mirth, Every night, it swallows the sun, How merry, all my little insights Swallow the planetarium. Never mind, my blatherskites, Here’s a string of pearls that cost A pretty penny. As much as Madison Avenue. Sought by the Discerning mind, oblivion Seems to be everything else. Everything in the room is set In its right place, every table Cloth and every serviette.
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