Must the easy culprit be
Blood sugar on a low
When even the unflinching
Gaze of a jovial sun
Is as overcast
As doubled-up midnight
Under a sneering moon,
Spent swept by the foam
And fuming of the monsoon
Months in a merry day
Of an otherwise humdrum June?
Michelangelo tells me
Take the hand.
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