The moon shines through the willow.
The night sky is ablaze.
At the end of the day you will find
That the day has left you behind.
A box full of memories
rose petals and broken hearts.
Romantic songs and nursery rhymes.
The scents of jasmine and lavendar.
Close the box, it is time.
To sleep beneath the willow.

John DeBona

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Tony Fiona (3/15/2007 8:52:00 AM)
and pull the boogers from thy pillow

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