If you replace every occurrence of "sun" with "moon",
"You are my sunshine...." becomes a great drinking song.
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poems of the lonely farm boy, vol. 1
The feathers plucked out
one by one...
"She loves me not,
but that was fun."
one by one...
"She loves me not,
but that was fun."
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