Li Po came by last
night
To tell me he was still dead
It was close to three a.m.;
His shadow poured wine
Into jelly-jar glasses.
We spoke quietly,
Trying not to wake the baby.
To tell me he was still dead
It was close to three a.m.;
His shadow poured wine
Into jelly-jar glasses.
We spoke quietly,
Trying not to wake the baby.
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