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Dec 2013
On a cold hillside bathed in white
I stood and thought
About how much you would have loved
The moon tonight

It hung brazen and bright
Like a saucer of milk
And the farther off stars
Could only scream their light

We'd lie down and stare
Heedless of the cold and wet
Holding hands, we'd squeeze
To show how much we care
Q D Malcolm
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Q D Malcolm
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