gonna quarter you up
moon. and slice you real thin. and serve you
with lamb chops and walnuts and gin.

gonna pass you around
moon. again and again. until the first
have had seconds. then wash out the pan.

gonna stash you away
moon. and smoke a cigar. put our feet up
and smile, cuz we made it this far:



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