nightshift
listless like a lemon tree
on a cool winter day
a little lonesome dove
sings her sad sad song
behind darkish clouds
a blue sky is hiding
the lonesome dove
wishes to change her tune
evening segues into night
now the moon is hiding
the little lonesome dove
longs to be a snowy owl
december two thousand twenty-three
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