What is
time to such as we are?
Say it is
more than a thousand years
Since Li
Po took a jar of wine
And went
drinking one spring night
With only
the moon and his shadow.
Li Po
sang; his shadow danced clumsily.
They and
the moon got quite drunk
Before
parting.
In 1921, at harvest time
The moon
went looking for Li Po
But could
only find Eben Flood,
An old
man, singing hoarsely
On a hill
above Tilbury Town.
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