There’s a needle in the haystack
And a man in the moon
I’m forever finding
Pain in pricks,
from grabbing at straw
Distant smiles in cold blue stones
I cannot reach
The Search
Writing feverishly. No. Fighting beaverishly. Wait, no. Biting free-versishly.
You can’t copy the original.
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