Star Kiss with Musical Monk A poem by S. David The steps were there, For no one. A static exercise Machine, when that World, not yours, not mine, Surpassed its own Technology. Homes are Meant to be lived in Right? Not just visited At night or whenever Sleep time rolls around But anyway, the toy played Music to entertain the boy. Friar Tuck from long ago And Neverwhen watched Over him while mom Transported in to kiss The boy, "goodnight" at, Their time, 19 hours after Their sunrise. ©S. David 2003

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