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May 2012
It is one of those nights
When I can only stare out the window
at the yellow crescent moon
As my thoughts rage.
But the moon is fuzzy because my
eyes aren't perfect
And finally the clouds obscure it
completely
So that I just give up
And make another attempt to sleep.
Christy Pavoncello
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Christy Pavoncello
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