Stephen R. Wilk
There are a few things you can count on in this world: The sky is blue; grass is green; and the Sun is yellow ... right?
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
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