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Sandy Reynolds

Midnight Sun

Is your world sparse of featherbeds
and downy places for your head?
Do you live a fabled fairy tale,
or do you favor farce instead?

Did you acknowledge femme fatale,
or did you meet the famous Faust?
And can you fathom filtered verse,
did you compete in horseless joust?

Who filled your world with fallacies
and do you blame the fairer one?
Do spirits ferment in your soul,
why can't you see the midnight sun?