If your screws
are coming loose
lack of light's
a good excuse
unless-- and use it like a crutch--
the problem is,
there is too much.
Sun shines all night
sooner or later
both north and south of the equator.
The solstice brings
a moon with rings
the mad masked ball
the barroom brawl
the lover you hate who always teases,
flying midgets on trapezes
so forget your trials, the baby's colic,
it's the twenty-first *somewhere,*
go frolic.

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