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The Prodigal Sun: a poem about how we love the Sun despite his philandering - Moss Kingdom
Wandering with careless muddied steps, I squish the gluttonous ground all drunk with rain in this city where the puddles never dry and the leaf-crammed gutters never drain ‘cept for a fleeting fist of golden weeks when the sun visits all brilliant and vain. And we, like foolish girls, believe him when he speaks false […]
M. Gus