If there is sun, there is light,
If there is moon, it is night.
If it is bright, surely everything is off-white,
If it is is dark, surely everything is moonlight.
If it is day, nothing is bad.
If it is night, something goes mad.
If I am safe, it must be light,
Or is it?
This poem was written after a trip to London and I felt inspired to right about the lights I saw.
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