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Eclipse of the Moon

soapy wand,
they‘re blown
so fine
must one sacrifice the sight
for the sound? I had one apple,
now it‘s a crunch in my mouth –
but much larger it seems, in there,
less forlorn
the yolk stands up bright
in the black omelet pan
and the white drifts and spirals
dreamily away
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Mourning
(to be sung to the tune of ?What Shall We Do With the Drunken Sailor??)
Things I loved, I hate now: why?
I see my life with a parted eye.
Now I would sell all, and now buy,
Early in the morning.
Hooray, and up she rises,
Hooray, and up she rises,
Hooray, and up she rises,
Early in the morning.
Up she rises, washes, dresses,
Cooks and vacuums, scours, presses,
What if some small doubt obsesses
Early in the morning?
Hooray, and up she rises,
Hooray, and up she rises,
Hooray, and up she rises,
Early in the morning.
Love has fled, I know not whither,
Though I seek it hither, thither,
Death has got me in a dither
Early in the morning.
Hooray, and up she rises,
Hooray, and up she rises,
Hooray, and up she rises,
Early in the morning.
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