Lost like a tiny ant in wide-mouth-bowl of milk
As it was when we had goats and sheep
The fresh foamy or bubbly milk came as string
That made a layer of fat on top; a sheet
I’m lost in soft freshly landed snow; still virgin
Or hardened that men have walked on it
Purple Sun has waken from a cold night’s sleep
Waving and shivering with the nice blink
A trip into the time; very deep, for half-century
And out of a movie theatre; the love story
Romeo and Juliet in San Antonio; Judy’s sweet
She hears my comment; sees mondegreen
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