Toothpaste and moonshine,
I'm brushing in the cool moon,
full her face, smiling kind-
I'm cleaning away the day's doom
to smile back my whitest smile-
in the Lady I put all my trust,
with from my heart the shining light
I offer her for a modest wish
that she in her quiet might,
would grant me like a stolen kiss.
Sydney Krivenko
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