Blue Moons

The moon is blue tonight,

And up in the warm winter sky

A small herd of pigs is stretching its wings

And learning, at last, to fly.

Fish play ukuleles

From their homes high up in the trees.

And guns grow flowers that bloom for hours

On blue moon nights like these.

 

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