Welcome to Zimmer-zine
The e-zine for all those who are not dead yet!
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Moonrise |
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The sun must be tucked in by twilight to be up with the lark, while the moon can retire any time around midnight and resurface the next afternoon. |
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Sunset |
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The brazen sun is in the west painting magic with her brush. And as she bows she bares her breast. The modest moon can only blush. |
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Twilight |
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No more shall the sun rob the moon of success; he's already begun to help Venus undress. |
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Dusk |
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The moon is like a gypsy who drinks beneath the stars; he's soon a wee bit tipsy and thinks he lives on Mars. |
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Midnight |
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In the moon's candid light ragged clouds leap to fame, then drown in the night like moths in a flame. |
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Cock-crow |
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Distress is often left unspoken; likewise when the moon goes down. His tongue is tied, his spirit broken, blue the head that wore a crown. |
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Dawn |
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As dew compels the hardy lawn to shelter each ellipse, so music tells the tardy dawn to shatter night's eclipse. |
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