by Bradleigh Cash
(California)
A strumming of guitar I crave
The earth wants nothing more
Than to sit and hear the strumming
To sit and listen at the door
Yet her prison air does make
So does earth and sky and sea
Still the moon wants very little more than
to sit and listen to the strumming with me
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