Splendor in Vallis Bouvard

They used to call me Tamarind.
Now they holler “Turmeric!”
And ever since, the taste of t’s
Only serves to make me sick.

I miss those days of cloudless skies
When we lived upon the moon.

Where we’d jump and linger for a while,
Where no sounds echoed, neither sheep’s nor loon’s.

Splendor in Vallis Bouvard

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