Yowl low
Yowl low
Yowl low
Tiny girl seated behind me
Mouthing it the first time
tangy
stretchy
liquid taffy
Later it'd be sunshine
egg yolk
flower
or lemon
For now
yowling moon sliver
horizon sailing
wee happy boat
on the longest, darkest night
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