moon haunting more and well the same road where a pair of amblers dream of a start and finish to interruption
tho many a moonlight and seraph tumble from the sky, the amblers can say of it "there's one tree that's never shed a leaf" O! they dream of a start and stop to this space, that, inviolate, has yet to break from what's crammed into it - planets, houses, stars, moons, candy wrappers, and poems justly, say I, do the amblers remark of the sky, perhaps in chorus, tho but two, "there's one tree that's never shed a leaf"
