I don't mind having a nocturnal wife,
Living out her nocturnal life,
Spending her nights awake, and her days
She tends to spend in a daze.
But I'll still love her, even if
Her pupils dilate, and the sun she doesn't miss,
And her skin takes on a silver pallor,
And has daydreams that make her holler.
And even if this becomes my new life,
I'll gladly spend it with my nocturnal wife.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
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