I see the Moon,
The Virgin Mary
Among sinners,
A lone smile
Among countless
Heartbroken Moues.
Shall we share a tasty Wassail
Though our hearts may be heavy?
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I haven’t even had a chance to look up wassail to see what it means but your poem helps…Nice writing
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Thanks. It’s a kind of autumn/winter drink, and making merriment
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