Midsummer Madness

 
We fell under the spell
of a lunar eclipse.
Fool moon, I thought -
sheer lunacy.
The insomniac
walking his dog at this insane hour
thinks we're crazy.
I know I am...

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Midsummer Madness

We fell under the spell of a lunar eclipse. Fool moon, I thought - sheer lunacy. The insomniac walking his dog at this insane hour thinks we're crazy. I know I am...