One night, she swore
The stars were blue.
Medications
Might have done it,
Messed with her head,
Or a vision
Sent by cancer
Flooded the brain.
But whatever
The culprit (you
Dislike scapegoat
Target practice),
The thought alone
Of a blue-starred
Heaven pleased you,
Pleased you no end.
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