OH PUNCH LIGHT
I venerate the girl with the candlelit face,
the one with the hump and the smile.
She holds things perfectly still, looking
to the sky all the while. There is no
whistling past this graveyard, and
everything else seems done to style -
the 'just right' and the 'well done',
while she's present, pile up
all the while.
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