P. S. Burton
	Conversation with the Moon* Man- life's a dirty joke with a bad punch line Moon- you're tellin' me Man- I'm gonna, I'm gonna fly away Moon- where to? Man- I think I'm gonna go near you...the moon Moon- I am inadequate Man- How So? You shine so bright. Moon- I feel rather dim Man- so dim are you; and so am I. oh, where should we go? Moon- a light house, perhaps? Or a frying pan, to evenness        We should run from everything but promise to keep in touch. Man- but won't you miss the stars and the earth...and I will miss... Moon- What will you miss? Can you say?        Will we really miss anything, or just say we do to make ourselves feel better Man- I think, I think I will miss you Moon- then we'll never say goodbye Man- but your shine...your shine...I will miss your shine Moon- but I don't shine, I just reflect Man- Oh, you do shine Moon- how do I shine? I am a fake, a phony, I don't shine, and I steal shine        And sell it back as cheap glow Man- well you shine down on me when i'm feeling blue and down        By the pond your shine makes the frogs sing so no fake        Or phony are you Moon- sex makes the frogs sing. Most of what's romantic and pure,        Is just misplaced credit, all the courtship and love in the        World is just the pursuit of carnal pleasures. Man- then you're not my shine. You are a fake. And my existence is a lie. Moon- no, your existence is true, it's just illuminated in a lie Man- but your shine, your shine gave me something to believe in. Moon- believe in something else, kid * The moon written by Dan Quinn

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