Brother Paul! look!
—but he rushes to a different
window.
The moon!
I heard shrieks and thought:
What's that?
That's just Suzanne
talking to the moon!
Pounding on the window
with both fists:
Paul! Paul!
—and talking to the moon.
Shrieking
and pounding the glass
with both fists!
Brother Paul! the moon!
Submitted by Bob
Added: 5 May 2003 | Last Read: 24 Sep 2026 2:58 AM | Viewed: 5799 times
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