Bill Munn (Sept 4,1938 / Hartford, Connecticut)
The glow of the city
blots out the night-time sky.
It keeps me from counting stars
or from seeing the twinkle in the eyes of God,
as he looks down on all he began.
Lucky for us that he hasn't lost
his sense of humor.
Submitted: Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, December 10, 2008
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