Shine
Front porch traveler.
Back door man.
Moonshine still.
Still a front porch traveler.
Still a back door man.
Still moonshine.
Albert tobacco smoker.
Hickory horned devil.
The moon shines still.
Still an Albert tobacco smoker.
Still a hickory horned devil.
Still, the moon shines.
This is official Project Astral poetry
– Glenn Weltich
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