Cheese today on my lips,
savory fur filling of body,
grapes please to wash down,
the palette,
some bread to feed my soul,
it is so lonely you know,
not a great feast,
but a good treat,
cheese today is my little retreat,
from my worries and woes,
living on the this moon.
for way to long,
but will be home soon.
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living on this moon, great write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.