Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

See the Sun?
Is it bright?
Is it hot?

On that we both can agree.

That object,
We call the Moon.
Mystery clouds its existence.

And it is responsble with the Sun,
For producing incredible things...
Right here on Earth.
I aint kiddin'.

And you know what?
This little ball is spinning.
And all of this is speeding,
Miraculously through the Universe.

'Lies! '

Take a look at me!
Let's compare notes.

Show me anything you see,
I have that you don't.
Without mentioning the hair,
Color of eyes or skin.

I regard those as accessories.
You know...
Like preferences I've chosen.

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