On an end-September moonlit night,
when the stars were away and it was clouded light,
I let out a thought,
How I wish I got,
A Whole year to just travel and glide...
...Nearby a frog replied in a croak,
"Gentle Lady", he blurted almost choked,
"Such fantasies are good to think,
and the moon will simply nod and wink,
learn to live the bloody white-collared life" :P
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