I Love Racquetball To The Moon and Back

I love racquetball to the moon and back

Along my way like harp strings from town,

Nighttime beats my hearing in a strain.

The bell springs every heart in me;

Takes my song from its tree apart,

Nature, all bird of my heart,

A song for a flower, at its start.

A minor cry sings meant through the heart.

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