CollectedA Poem by Andromedait all started w/ a pun, then went from thereShe collected them: Sunsets. She had two thousand perfect pair, A few ragged around the edges, And one she misplaced somewhere. She collected them: Sunsets, And kept them on display On the coffee table, For the her guests to see in the Day, And then Right before Night She set them free And watched them sing in the sky, Sipping from a tea set, Waving to them: one by one goodbye.
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