Moonpalachia
A Poiema is Moonpalachia
Hazzah, Hazzah, Moonpalachia
The taste of poetry is refreshing
Reading poetry is replenishing
We are a living poem
A breathing masterpiece
The purposes in life we be
I’m like that Skywalker
What’s his name Luke?
I’m so dam high
I don’t have to puke
There’s enough for me and you all
Take as much as you need, don’t matter
It’s Humungous Among us
Just don’t let it splatter
As we sit near the fire of poetry
It shall keep us warm as always
The children of the future will read
And we shall be wept for plays
We have a unique purpose and place
A love into action of practical ways
A line of word is a day after a day
Every one of us are a stanza
In the greatest poem-life
The taste of the spirit is Moonpalachia
Rejoicing the after-life
Hazzah, Hazzah,
Moonpalachia
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