There is a moth in the bathroom
Drawn towards the light
My wife was in the shower
And it gave her a bit of a fright
I don’t understand why
If they are attracted to the light
They don’t just appear
When the sun is shining bright
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...
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